A stake in my chest When I thought I was made of steel, I cling to the last thing that made me happy So that I may fall with a smile on my face. Even if I am bloody, Sore, weak, with my wounds weeping,…
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A stake in my chest When I thought I was made of steel, I cling to the last thing that made me happy So that I may fall with a smile on my face. Even if I am bloody, Sore, weak, with my wounds weeping,…