My Love
My love
Til my dying day
I will love you
Things will never be the same
Because of you
My heart is broke
It moans and weeps
but
This shell i wear will never show the scars you left to
purposely
damage me
My love
You were too damn
Blind to see
That I was the one who
cared for you
honestly.
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