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Mar 2016
I'll give you the knife and show you how to hurt me where to cut deep
I give you my love, and my trust
I'll tell you all the secrets I keep
I pray you love me just as much
Your love I want to reap
So please don't use that knife, don't ******

Because you could rip me apart
I am trusting in you
Not to cut out my heart
For I would bleed out, and death would ensue
For I have loved you from the very start
Please baby don't leave me cold and blue
And he did stab me in the heart. He just didn't cut it out.
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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