Stacee

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This empty house is not home anymore

It is just a tomb, awaiting my death

For her, I was saving my final breath

It's time for me to close this rusted door

This hate has rotted me to the core

I had hoped you wouldn't see the aftermath

I found my salvation and peace through Seth*

I'm sick of fighting alone in this war

If only you'd caught me before I fell

I wish I could say your love was enough

Even you couldn't free me from this bleak cell

These calluses on my heart become rough

I leave you to rot in this bittersweet Hell

I know you can take it; I've made you tough

*Seth is the Egyptian God of evil

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