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Touch me one last time.
You could try,
but you can’t fix this broken heart of mine.
Look at it,
what a daunting task.
It looks painful,
but it made me numb.
So I could care less,
what you decide is best.
The cuts on my arms
reflect the scars on my heart.
For you it wasn't that hard
to just leave me
bleeding.
I’m all bled out.
My hope left a while ago.
All the love I once had
has gone bad.




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