Train Wreck

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I'm holding this blade,

to keep you away,

you pull yourself in,

another way.

I scream and cry,

but you hold on tighter,

you say to me, The wreck is over.

I look in your eyes, and I see

the Train that ran me over.

I whisper to you,

"The Wreck is over, as is my pain. I love you forever, and your Love I gain"

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