Blood gushes from my chest as you hold my heart in your hands
My soul aches each time you smear my blood on paper
I know what I had was meant to be shared
but I can't help but feeling like I've been wronged
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 7:12 AM UTC
Blood gushes from my chest as you hold my heart in your hands
My soul aches each time you smear my blood on paper
I know what I had was meant to be shared
but I can't help but feeling like I've been wronged
This can be applied to a lot of things I've gone through recently; it's not necessarily about romance but can be interpreted that way.
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