Sweet Crimson Crown

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By <i><b> ♥ Break The Tradition

silver takes the form of a best friend that once was digging into my skin blood falls without a cause the only one i have now who i can trust to be true a silver blade with crimson red the blood i've lost for you i give my life in this one last fight for i can no longer deal as my soul is lost this night blood on the floor all around me now i'm drowning my own sweet crimson crown

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