she too has the hands of love that hold the long time beauty to create yourself. you had to let me help. i saw it as something to steal. stolen beauty, what a site to see. you took the upper hand. i lost. i stole. i ran. she holds down hands. sweetly cracked palms of which will never be hers. you've got to know what you had to say. you took what you created and you ran away. she tried to make you. i told her not to follow. she made me make you. sometimes i don't believe your sorrow that made me build you. that made me build you. you built the one. sometimes it works. follow me down, i built myself. i made you. you let me. i built you. i'm sorry i made you let me. i'm sorry you made me follow you down. fucker.
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