Unkind

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gun to my head

let the fire spread

the blood will splatter

my brain, an explosion of grey matter

my walls once plain

now covered in pain

spectrums of red

have bled

and stained my heart

now it is falling apart

but not for me

but rather because of thee

staying behind

I'm sorry, it was unkind

-TAOIApoetry


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