as i lay here dying, why do you still stab my heart.
the truth is such a horror but for one so curel,
why do you still stab at a dead heart. the cold wind and icy feel
is enough to keep me at bay but your present for me was a great blow but the new year is only brought with your killing blow.
please tell me why do you make me suffer.
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