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Jun 2021
For every drop of my blood she spilled,
She shed ten of her own.
The barbs that cut me
Dug into her own skin
Always.
I was foolish.
I stayed and bled,
Because how could I abandon
Someone who was hurting more?
Written by
Sanguine Cephalopod  29/F
(29/F)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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