wounds became a disease
all the doors turn into walls
and the 'me' in the mirror
becomes an enemy
'hurts' are those words
doesn't it?
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Randomyou are the one when walking in the shadows panicking so is my breath my redemption who gave me your hand when the all the doors in this world are shutting i'll give you my hand
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wounds became a disease
all the doors turn into walls
and the 'me' in the mirror
becomes an enemy
'hurts' are those words
doesn't it?
