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You say your an angel... Then someone must have taken your wings and given you horns.
Love is like a rose, Beautiful to look at soft enough to touch... But if your not careful, you will get cut.
Suicide is an easier way to say, You broke my heart and took my soul... I have nothing left.
My wrist burns like the fires of hell have scorched themselves across the line of crimson.