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Someone Who "Loved" Me


I drag a blade across my wrist

To replicate the feeling

Of your nails running down my back

.

I place a rope around my neck

To feel your hands

Holding me again

.

I place my hand over a flame

To remember the heat and passion

That i've come to be used for

.

I break my own heart

By giving you my whole body and soul

Just to be used for pleasure, and no love.

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