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Too Little Too Late

I have one hell of a story to tell
There is murder, rape, suicide
Unrequited love
Too many tears shed
So many terrible things
So many heart wrenching stories
First blood shed, then second
Beatings, rantings, neglect
So many things
That I haven’t told anyone
My first love
My first heartbreak
So many reasons I needed
Someone to talk to me
I needed someone to understand
Now here you are
Your arms around me
Holding me against you
What is this?
Tears?
You are crying?
Don’t cry.
There is no need to cry
I know I won’t be able
To tell you my story
I know you were too late
To tell me you love me
To tell me that
You wanted me to live
And be with you
I understand
It is alright
Oh god.
I am getting blood on you
I am sorry, I don’t mean to
I wish I could’ve told you sooner
How much I love you
Well, now you know
I am feeling kind of light headed
It hurts to talk
I can’t hold my head up anymore
I will just close my eyes for a minute
But before I do
Just know I don’t want you
To blame yourself
It isn’t your fault
Just bad circu…



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