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Only ChildA raven holding to narrow wrist*Pull it tight Clothes are torn and the body twists A single light The worse the struggle the more you fail Strands fall down The more you like it the more it hurts Why stop now? An only child A winning smile A killing trial A broken rib and a bloody lip All in hell* The fire’s gone and your pride is stripped A private hell*** You never know why it is** this way Leave here now Live through this on another day* Tonight sleep sound An only child A winning smile A killing trial |