Would he

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Knife over my rist
And I cut thinking of him
thinking of his betrayal
He said he would never leave
me.
But he's gone,
Took by the night
By the rain and the thunder.
And he will never be back,
Will he forgive me for
What I just tried to do.
I feel free till I wake up,
Florissant  lights 
blinding and bright

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