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If love were salty drops of water

And you the wide open sea

I'd cry all my stored up tears in you

Knowing that would set me free

With my tears of mixed emotion

Swirling about your loving waves

Exploring the vastness of your ocean

In your depths I would be safe
I'm sorry for the pain I've caused
And the tears you've cried
With my name tattooed
In the streaks they left
Upon your pale skin
Every sob engraved into a calloused heart
That knows nothing but
Malevolence and loneliness
I'm sorry...
 Mar 2014 Mariah Carie
Anna
death:  |deTH|
              noun
              the end of the life of a person or organism
doesn't scare me



death*: |deTH|
             noun
            the inevitability; fact that it will eventually visit everyone sometime; no way out; the waiting
does.
Who hurts more at the end of the day?
Those who left us or   us...
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