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Bella Sep 2018
Look at me.
I am crying.

My pain, it burns.
But that’s okay,

I’ll love you anyway.
I’ll let you hurt my heart.
I’ll let you steal my soul.
I’ll let you burn my brain.
I’ll give you everything

As long as you promise me this:
Don’t cut my vessel.
I wrote this for someone i choose not to speak of thy name...
I do not remember the exact date.

— The End —