Your fault

April 15, 2011
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Once upon a time, I had a heart
Until you came. Tore it apart.
All is left is a void, an empty space.
And nothing is left to set my pace.
A heavy burden on me lies
To keep living despite the cries
Within my heart, they never stop.
I do expect my head to pop.
So what’s the point to moving on?
Each second to me seems so long.
But I’ll tell you first my last desire:
That you too will be swallowed in this fire.

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