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Dry eyes burning, Noiseless, angry screams But only on the inside Where they can't be seen And if I let you see in To this turmoil in my soul Will you understand? Will you make me whole? Will you know the gift I give? How valuable it is? I offer up my deepest dreams Will you help them live? My heart is in your iron hands My soul is yours to keep. And if you do not want it I choose eternal sleep |
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