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Author's Notes: A bit emo, but that's the way I was feeling at the time. Rachel, again.
Subtle words of love
Blown away by a tortured past
Once ripped from my soul
Now it hurts just as much to care
Even the blind can see
I am bleeding
The blood pooling at her feet
For it is all I have to give
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