Quattuor

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Hardships are a paved road;

A paved road you'd promised to lead me into , holding my hand

But our fate was doomed

by your filthy lies

You'd wanted to watch me grow

but you weren't there as i bloomed

and i never knew much about you

all i knew was your lies left a stain

A stain impossible for the world to ignore

a blood red stain in a pale - faced snow

But i plunged right into the deep waters

where i taught myself how to swim

because i hadn't been wise enough to know

you'd leave me bleeding to the brim

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