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Burgandy Rain

Why must you make me hurt?
Make me give? Make me cry?
Make the crimson agony
Run down my calve
In sweet comfort
Why must pain be the reciprocal
Of your love?
Why must the love
End because of guilt
Would it have been better
If I had lied to you?
And enjoyed it while we could?
It was your decision to leave
But its mine
To try to make you
come back
I love you</3




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