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    I find myself
    Slipping away
    Twos years lost
    For one day gained
    No one there
    To grasp my hand
    Pull me back
    To the livings' land
    Steal my breath
    My heart you may shatter
    I don't see
    Why it should matter
    The salted drops
    Burn my cheeks
    So close to you
    But far out of reach
    The knife I grip
    Bloody lines on my wrist
    A twisted art
    For a broken heart