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Looking Through You
Jay Day

Of Innocence Stolen

If death becomes me well, then let me die
the bleeding rose stabbed through with her own thorns
and you oblivious to nights i cry
wrapped up in your indifference and scorn
if only you could see my ashen face
would you repent, would you give back your love
or would you leave me writhing in disgrace
as angels falling from the light above
for purity and innocence i weep
you took them with my childhood to hell
and left me in this feverish nightmare sleep
as high as hope i was, but still i fell
if you had killed me then, i would be free
i only saw your truth when you fled me-

Courtney Risch

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