Apologies

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I apologize for wrong doings.

I cry out my eyes to show my pain.

You look away.

You blame me for your broken heart.

Maybe it was me but it's been months.

Now I'm just a black hole swallowed by love consumed darkness.

I promised I'd stop, but here I am again.

Slashing open my side as water pours around me.

Blood pools at my feet but my visions blurry.

If I can't feel this pain I'll feel nothing.

So as your hearts broken, mines empty.

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