Love, it hurts, my feelings, yours worse.
Like a knife through my flesh, the wound so deep, the pain still fresh.
Different from the past, yet intentions clear as glass.
Your eyes on mine, someone will break,
Not me this time, it's you they'll take.
(Made on the 31th of July, 12:21am)
(Rewritten on the 11th of August, 12:40pm)
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