I could slit my wrist and watch them bleed sew my heart up and give u the key maybe even bet myself till I'm black and blue just to make myself believe I'm in love with u I could start a million fires while watching people run and burn and as long as I'm in ur head ik I shall never learn and as I try to hide those burnt dead bodies in a small little urn my love for u is like a body on fire whose bones shall never burn
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