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Real Love.
Real Love. Fall through the scope of a barrel of a gun.
True heart. Shot through the middle but spearing the blame.
My Dear
Im bleeding your silence with another attempt to take the blame.
I do this knowing that when it is over we wont be the same.
So take my hand dear, pretend that you're there,
I'll do anything you want, just act like you care.

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