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drip


dear you,

 

drip

drip

drip

 

the blood you

left on my heart

was thick

and cold

 

you have fucking 

hurt her

more so than usual

why?

 

so here i am

killing the old me

with the knife 

you left in my back

and my heart

 

i didnt know why

you were going to 

do this to me

 

i was blindsided 

i wish you were 

honest with me 

 

but no

my heart

my blood

the knife

is all gone

and into your thoughts

and my body

is being held in your arms

 

drop

drop

drop 

 

sincerely,

the dead body

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