He had my heart... he tore it apart..... i though he loved me.... but that was not as the eye could see.... now i greave in harmful ways.. im bleeding love and now my dead body, it lays....... on thorns as my tears turn into blood, and my body descenegrates to mud... will i ever feel love again? nope, i still get shivers down my back and my lips are cracked, and my heart is torn because too many has been worn
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