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As the phone rings for the final time
My heart pounds harshly against my chest
Picking up the call would be a crime
So I leave my hand at rest
My heart pounds harshly against my chest
Shaky breaths are released through parted lips
I close my eyes, knowing it's for the best
Afraid of a simple touch from my fingertips
Shaky breaths are released through my parted lips
Tears blocking my eyes from view
Fear suffocating my heart in a death grip
A scream attempts to fight its way through
Tears blocking my eyes from view
Picking up the call would be a crime
A scream attempts to fight its way through
As the phone rings for the final time
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