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Oct 2014
I've felt a lot of pain before.
From knives
To guns
From blade
To razor
But this pain is beyond my expectation
Your words cut me
Your lies kills me
Your tounge serves as the sweetest poison.

You're my life
But you're my death.
You're my heaven
Yet you're my grave.
You're my love and my pain at the same time.
Written by
Chelle Quezon  Manila, Philippines
(Manila, Philippines)   
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   --- and Latin Gypsy - Eva
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