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I'm finally free from your pull on me,
I'm free, and it cuts you so deep.
The blood on your hands spills from your throat,
and a vibrant shade of crimson colors all that was ours.
His tongue cuts like a dull blade,
"Kill again Tara, honor my name",
confronted again by the born again virgin,
she screams in your head, your reflection only lies.
One day you'll find your selfsame,
they'll run from you how you run from you,
about as fast as you run from me.
I hope it kills you, I wish you can be free.