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*My Cinderella.* |
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You speak, but your words ram together like a car crash
I try to hold my mind but my feelings can't be stashed With every passing second, the room spins more and more And I begin to wonder when I'll be through that door The point of no return and the point of no escape I grab a handful of my hair and my latest mixtape Shoving the tape into the player, I sink into my santurary My heart, an emotionless organ, too heavy for me to carry Oh, look my deary, our story has been brought to this poem I wish so much that we can return to this place we call home But much has changed for you have said that you call me a stranger I hope to not that I may be your one and only danger Forgive me, you are the emptiness in my soul Without you, my heart is beckons with a black hole. |
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