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Grindstone
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I'm back against the wall of my mind. How could I have missed all of the signs? Back to the grindstone to grind down my heart. I have layers and layers to peel apart. Callous and cold, my heart does beat. Like stone, everytime this heartbreak repeats. I want to erase my mind, erase your face,
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