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It hurts, / So much that the pain has become too prominent to hide / Too unbearable to even forge a smile / / I can literally feel the ruptures resulting from my heart break / I can hear the nerves ripping apart / What remains are ruins of what used to be my heart, a heart that used to love / / Why do I… read more »
Love is a cliché / only when done wrong. / A stage set right plays out / the best act of love. / / My love for you is tattooed / in my heart and etched in my brain. / I thirst for your love like a Vampire / thirsts for human blood. / / In your absence, I miss you but / I look in to the skies as they try… sign in to read more »
Heaven sent, are you? / I can see the light again, that's all you. / Brought me back from the doldrums / How can I ever repay you? / / Like a doctor treating a patient from war / you dressed my wounds. / Covered my naked soul with all your love / He hurt me, he really did. / You picked up the pieces, like… sign in to read more »
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