pain | selling of the soul

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what lies within is what you hid from me
you sung the sweet little fabrications
how could i not see the change in your never ending cycle of distaste for the things i could never change about myself
to count the stars in our sky would adopt more time than i could care to vend the flames that covered your burning heart

- the betrayal

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