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For her, I would have died.
I loved her.
To gift her all my happiness and luck, I would have volunteered to give my last breath.
For him, I would have killed.
I loved him.
Ounces of blood would I have shed if it allowed to cleanse all his pain with only reek of death.
But for you.
For you, I would live.
I love you.
I would smile and laugh. I would sing and dance. I would hurt and cry.
But I would not kill nor would I die.
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Catharsis | Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my mind. *** A/N: No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the permission of the author - @themars_w The entire collection is my own creation. Remember, plagiarism is illegal & therefore pun...
