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tear out my heart, pour out my blood

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Rip my heart out
pour out my blood
strip myself of vanity
I live for passion
I live for feeling
words do hurt
but they also heal
memories are my security
my foundation and my strength
I don't need the future
I want to reverse time
I want to go back and never
look forward
I don't care
I need passion
and that's where it was...