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My heart was a sick seed I thought you’d help it blossom I blinded my trust, Without doubting your power, I gave it to you , You were its hope, Your eyes were its home, All these years You were its religion, Until you threw it to hell, With no mercy, You watched it burn Saying you hate seeing it hurt, Leaving me confused Half alive on the ground Where you buried our dead love.. ©pygswhisper
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
Dead Love
My heart was a sick seed I thought you’d help it blossom I blinded my trust, Without doubting your power, I gave it to you , You were its hope, Your eyes were its home, All these years You were its religion, Until you threw it to hell, With no mercy, You watched it burn Saying you hate seeing it hurt, Leaving me confused Half alive on the ground Where you buried our dead love.. ©pygswhisper
When you love blindly....
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Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
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