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loves vitem
rose pedals churn
 wind rips though this grass
 its so cold here
 i just want to go back
 i don't belong
 i stick out
 i am so along
 .....
 you don't understand me
 your better off dead to me
 i think its time i try to mend...
 ...you will see....
 i broke his heart
 but he broke mine
 this type of concept makes me seem in denial
 but in truth
 i am the Innocent
 not evil nor to despise
 if you would only listen to me
 i think you will find...
 the heart in this chest
 is not the best
 in fact
 i would sell it to you now
 ...
 i am writing
 and the blood
 is pouring from the bullet wound in my chest
 ....
 yea i no
 this is hard to control
 some times
 i think love is better off
 with no boundaries or ropes
 but i love to feel all the pain
 you have left to deal...
 i love the feel of your face...
 when no one is in this place...
 so dark
 so damp
 so cold
 so cramp
 just close the door
 best ignored
 don't you think
 that love is best
 no leash
 no ropes
 biting necks
 i like it best
 to let go
 tempt my self
  i like it when your mine
 and no one else
 love has a hold
 on my soul this we both no
 don't pretend
 don't descend
 i am no better more or less
 here i am just as well
 i will chase you down this hill
 my wound is deep
 blood seeps but hate is a dis-sire
 less
 talked and kept
 i love to feel your burn
 bite my neck
 kiss me once more
 no glory love killed me 
 long
 ago
 so why do i carry on
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