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Infection
Like an infection in my heart I die a little more everyday without you. Decaying in my sleep as my love is lost with the pain thats grew. For what can I do to rid this when my only defence is which is bleeding? And my hopes and dreams fleeing? So I die a little more every day, every minute, every second without you. Disappearing away with the memories thats bled dry. Let drained upon like tears from the skies into the waters of blue. So here I rot forever to remain and forever to cry.
