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To Stay Un-named
All the years of no emotion
pushing through my veins
all the pain bottled up
trying to find a release for my blood
which cut will bleed more?
the vein you sliced with your knife sharpened by deceit
or the wound from the blade that still rests in my back?
this heart will bleed no longer
for it has been petrified by you gaze of stone
these wounds will dry up upon you leaving
so fall away, for this is the last time that this heart will bleed for you
