pardon the blood
i pierced your knife into my skin
and pardon the tears
i shed when you forced yourself within
i would have never dreamed
of someone like you
you got it, the pain was all real
now i can't sleep; now i can't feel
i loved you and you said it was the same
now i find my stomach revolting
at the sound of your name
you took part of me
and i know you did the same to plenty
but what do you do
when you are holding on to so many?
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