Cold.
Frozen.
Lost in time.
Dead.
Leaving.
Never mine.
Trust.
Broken.
Fragile bones.
Heart.
Crying.
Sticks and stones.
Lost.
Melting.
Losing you.
Card.
Plastic.
Love you too.
Fake.
Worthless.
All a lie.
Knife.
Bleeding.
Tears to cry.
Blood.
Burning.
Eyes of cold.
Paper.
Letters.
Death untold.
Cursed.
Different.
Angels fall.
Need.
Wasting.
None at all.
Starve.
Dying.
Graceful feet.
Empty.
Hollow.
Shadowed street.
Dreams.
Panic.
Thoughts don't keep.
Dust.
Building.
The dead don't sleep.
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