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Jun 2013
As he broke into my thoughts like a thief in the night .
ι try to hide all my spite
But he finds me buried in regret
All the things that ι never meant

He broke into me . Like a blade on my wrist as ι begin to slit all my feelings away .
The feelings he brought .
But still ι lay with the thought of death

He wrote it on my dark heart all the things he said .
As the night bled like my wrist which ι continue to shed.
Written by
dionne  johannesburg
(johannesburg)   
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