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Apr 2015
You killed me,
With wounding words,
Deeply pressed on my chest,
Piercing the treasure,
That treasure we used to share.
That treasure that you stole,
You, heartless murderer!

You left me with open wounds,
With poignant scars of you.
Just staring at me,
With much hatred,
You left me dead.

Alone.
Hopeless.
Sad.
Gloomy.
Dark.
Dead.

Curse you my murderer!
My ever loving murderer...
Why give love to somebody who's already dead?
LJDC
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LJDC  22/F
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