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Your love were my weakness, That made me buckle at the knees. My heart were your treasure, Which fit your key. Your lips were my forest, As I kept losing myself there. My body was your vehicle, Which you drove to insanity. Your hands held the knife, That I were blind to see. My clothes soaked the blood, That rushed faster then adrenaline. You stood there, As my heart were ripped in two.
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Broken hearted