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It never stops raining. |
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With daggers sewn through her heart she cries. |
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Filled with confusion she cries. "No one can help me until I can help myself. And I can't help myself." |
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Frozen throughout, exposing broken skin. |
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One week, one more week. |
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She can't take anymore burning in her mind. "Why can't I sever your head, why can't I sever your memory?" |
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The image burned through her eyes has made it on to the mirror. |
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Broken glass reflecting on the shards of the past. |
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Forcefed memories walking on tacks, please pull the knife fight out of my back and |
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I'll pull the knife out of yours. "You can't stop the rain", she says. "You can't stop the rain". |
