I died to live

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Everything that ever hurts is red,
But my pain came,
In a 6ft grave,
Half a heart buried,
covered with brown soil.

Everything that ever loved is dark,
My love came,
In beautiful dark brown eyes,
Bushy black hair,
And a 5'8 height.

Everything that ever cuts is silver,
And my sickness,
It came in two inch cuts,
Muffled cries,
And all shades of red.

Everything that ever heals is white,
And my salvation came,
In beautiful dark brown eyes,
Kinky black hair,
And a 5'2 height.
I saved myself.

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