The contents of my stomach won't stay where they belong.
The smeared makeup below my eyes. I'll wash it all away.
The things of yours I've come to possess. I'll burn them all away.
The constant thoughts of you. I'll drink them all away.
But for the life of me, I cannot figure out how to remove you from my heart.
Only in death will I be free of the curse of you.
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this is really wonderful...
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