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Broken-hearted

You stabbed the blade
straight through my heart.
You watched the crimson sea
flood down my chest.
You saw my eyes
start to drown in tears.
I wanted to die.
But no, you pulled the
blade out, and smiled.
You wanted me to suffer
through this nightmare.
You never wanted me to wake.





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