8 × war

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i would start a war for those who dont love me back
hurt my hands over a sword, put it inside my own heart
taste blood on my fingers as it pours like river down my skin
red ribbons flowing on me, wrapped around, all glistening
tightly taking my breath away
how much is my heart worth? i had sacrificed my mind long ago and prayed for you to stay

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