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I didn't meant to hurt you
I'd like to pull you up
From that dark hole
From anyone who would like to pull you down
Please, forgive for the words I picked
I didn't meant to throw it to you
I'd just want you to see
What a real diamond is
And you're holding a hard stone
Just like me.
© Scion Marion,
книга «Oblivescence».
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