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I dont know why i hurt so much and why im scared of the lightest touch. why trust and love arent inside my soul or why i cant care, why im cold. I long to fall so deep in love that i feel im flying high up above whats the point in a mind so closed is this really me? the thing i chose? My heart cant bleed beause its not alive i want to take the plunge, the long life dive. but no man has melted this soul i own and i know i'll die, cold and alone.