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Love Dead
May 23, 2011
I'm cold,
I'm simply dying inside.
I have no heart,
my soul is long gone,
if I ever really had one.
My black nail polish,
has faded into the pale yeloow of a dying rose.
My legs,
have become loose,
like the liquid venom,
that seeped into my body.
My eyes went from crystal blue,
to dark,
cold,
black.
All you see inside of me,
is a black hole of sorrow.
My breasts,
are no longer full,
they are like death,
cold,
flat.
Love,
consumed a once beautiful child,
and sent her away.
To ruin her,
to rot in hell,
to slowly die,
piece by bloody piece.
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