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Jun 2019
A broken girl came to me with words,
Words that can anger the Gods,
Words that can make you fall in love,
Words that can **** you.

A broken girl came to me with a cry for help,
Miles and miles away,
I felt helpless.

A broken girl came to me like a drug,
I was hooked from the first word that slipped her tongue,
I was hooked from the first letter that bled onto paper,
Like her tears on my skin,
It burned like acid.
It made its way into my chest.

A broken girl came to me with venom in her veins,
I took her into my arms,
Let the venom get to my heart.

A broken girl came to with the wish of death,
I placed my lips onto hers,
Kissed the life from my lips onto hers.

I promised you to keep this broken girl safe,
I covered her with a veil and let her walk this miserable life with me,
Keeping all the other reapers from taking her,
Going against everything i believe in to keep her happy.
Now tell me, what Angel of Death gives up the opportunity to take a soul?
To give the kiss to end it all?
The kiss of Death.
Jalila Chehab
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Jalila Chehab  22/F/California
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