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I had to see your heart to save my own

Watch me, how I turned to cobble stone

Trying to be the shape you love the most

It felt like an illness, freely being its host

First you were yellow, then you turned black

Every contradiction ended with your back

Forced fatigue overshadowed by your ego

I never knew how I would ever let you go

On the verge of despair

I found my fear

Almost going mad, I couldn't hold you

As you were looking for the glue

This chapter got closer to being closed

With your true hidden self to be exposed

The fading ground beneath your feet

Made you tremble on your seat

Slapping the mask off your face

I found it again, my grace

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