Number One

December 1, 2010
By Anonymous

Carving his name into her skin,
It bleed through to her heart.
She hurts and aches and is torn to pieces,
Now that they are apart.
She cries herself to sleep each night,
Screaming out his name,
And no one else will ever feel her excruciating pain.

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