Fragile

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You took away my voice

You raised a drink and yelled rejoice

You drunk away your pain

While I look in the window standing in the rain

You took away my life

So I turned towards the knife

I cut my vein and I bleed ink

As I do so you still raise your drink

I sin to see you smile

But you never tried to see past the mile

I grew into a monster from this pain

And I declared I will set fire to this rain

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