Do you ever remember, my dear
The day you upped and disappeared?
You left me a rose, one full of thorns
Devoid of love or hate or remorse
But for all the times I wake up at night
For all the times I'd ruined my life
That rose could've been a forget-me-not
For I just can't seem to remember you not
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martyrdom
Puisilittle trinkets that hit you right on that spot in your heart, the one that you thought was closed off, but is actually the source of what? of e...
