Wow

My thoughts are knives... sharp knives... I hope they dont cut you...

 

Because I don't care about anyone but you.

 

Ha let's stop pretnding when you were only here for a season..

When i ame down to my poem you were the reason.

 

The reason I have pain in my soul hate in myhart and sadness in my body

If you were never mine why did I put up a fight?? I should have gone left since you think youre s rght.

 

A burden on me.. the bane to my core...

 

Tell me how can I live with you anymore

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