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Bleed.

I bleed my heart out on this paper,
for you.
I want you to see the real me.
I want you to feel my tears,
my pain,
my suffering.
I want you to feel as shattered as I do.
I want to see you bleed.
But still, I bleed my heart out on this paper,
for you.
Cause I cant tell you any of this.
I respect what we have made,
our relationship,
our love,
but sometimes it's to much for my dedicate heart.
Sometimes love,
you make me bleed.



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