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For years we've held this space; that is fractured and chased
By the secrets that lay in the folds of our embrace.
The whispers off your lips sending cuts against my skin.
Leaving me bleeding from a thousand blades carried within
This house that was never home.
I'm leaving because I can do better on my own.
Creating a life I will call my own.
Without the shadows of your blades I will be okay.
So I say goodbye without a sad song.
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