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the blood that dried
every time
someone stabbed
my heart
and left the knife there
to rot.
the poison from its blade
eats away at it
til this day.
—what made my heart black
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Addict with a Black Heart
Poetryaddicted to love but my heart is black - confessions of a recovering love addict and her story of rehabilitation. ©thebigeyedpoet 2017
