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There’s nothing left behind these blue eyes.

I’m dying inside and I can’t tell you anything

Because all I know is only who you are.

So violent, you bleed all your cares away

Do you see what we’ve become?

We are no longer the canvases we once were,

So delicate, so white, so empty, just waiting to be filled

There once was a boy.

He was deceitful and devious.

He told a girl he loved her once.

And it was all downhill from there.

I love/miss you more than anything/everything in the world/galaxy/universe.

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