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Poetry

Bleeding on paper is easier, It ensues blood into ink...phrasing words dripping of the pain.. Warning:Might contain some mature contents

🤍Immature🤍

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by Ink_web

by Ink_web

Let this love kill me slowly

Because it can never die

I will not even tell you anymore

Let me silently cry

If it makes you better

Let me give up on you

But whenever you will turn around

You'll find me around you

I will not tell you anymore

Because I understand

I don't deserve to love you

My love is really immature

Not really the one you need

So now I know how it is to love

A villain with a broken soul indeed..