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Sometimes when it hurts deep down

all thats heard is a deafening sound

and i sink in darkness, begin to drowned

but my mask hides it all with a casual frown



Downstairs in shadow sitting in my chair

Thoughts of knives,blood,and death taint this lair

But every so often youll catch a prayer

I like you too much.*drops the knife*... To dare.