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Unsure

When you said you were unsure.

It shook me to my core.

My stomach sank to the floor.

Not days before.

We argued who loved who more.

Now all I want is blood to pour.

I surround myself in Gore.

Burying myself in lore.

You showed my heart to the door.

My heart you tore.

I thought you were a cure.

I thought with you I could endure.

I felt I was secure.

Guess my feeling were premature.

I could not resist your allure.

We were more than amour.

My intentions were never impure.

Now my life has taken a detour.

What for?

After all you only said you were unsure.

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