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Jul 2019
At each cry for help
You stomped on my throat,
And then wondered why
I stopped speaking.
You cut me,
And then found a way to blame me for bleeding.
I gave you my heart.
You tore it apart.
But I'll always be the villain in your story,
And you'll always be the love of my life in mine.
That is the saddest part.
Maka
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Maka  24/F/Sad City
(24/F/Sad City)   
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