Hear I bleed
In the tub yes I was cutting
Heart was destroyed
It couldn't take anymore
Crying calling his name
Still no reply
Satly eyes with my blood
My life in miserable pain
The cut gets deeper and deeper
As my pain gets greater
The cut which ill die in
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Original Sin
PoetryThe trust is gone. The love is gone. Will the mysterious poet kill her lover Or live with seconds to spare
