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your blood was on my hand,
your blood was on my face.
they came and took me,
but you didn't stop them,
you didn't save me.
why?
you knew i wasn't the one to be blamed,
it was her, it was her but you didn't save me,
you still saved her.
after all we had been through,
you still saved her, the one who was killing you
instead of saving you.
— disha.
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