
I ask myself what did I do to you to desserve your knife into my heart?
You were hungry for my love and I gave it, I gave you all my heart.
You devoured it completely...
Now if I have any left I cannot give it to you
For I will be nomore...........
My heart was like this rose.
Fragile, beautiful,innocent.
Now it only bleeds..............................

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