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Door slams. Fuck! Turn and walk, no you one saw, no one saw ,it okay no one....

who's blood, my blood, no your blood.

Because I bleed you, breathe you, taste you, my every fiber is you, was you who knew?

tick tick tick no,fucking tact, I just hacked, hacked and hacked, no please stop.

No please stop! take me, take me !  not them, him, us.

Wow calm down, what's with all this fuss, so I trust, you've been well.

Well, I killed what was me for you.

It's okay no one saw. The lost heart, the shattered glass or the last part, where I fell apart.

 

 

 

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