Hidden Whispers

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As the blade strikes,

you cross my mind;

A single tear, sliding,

down my cheek...


Wondering if you know,

the things I don't show.


Deep inside, I feel dead.

You make me feel alive.

I'm losing my breath,

forgetting how to breathe.


As I whisper I love you,

I fall to my knees....


~ B.M.D ~

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