12-9-2014

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I stare at these beautiful arms of mine.
All which were once covered in blood.
I remember the smell, of hatred and greed.
All because, you said you didn't love me.
So I sit here, wondering if I should go back.
You did this to me and now I know, our love cannot last.

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