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Spill all this blood

Down onto these pages

Tear them apart

They all mean nothing



All the love letters that I should have never sent

Now leave these paper cuts on my heart

Your eyes become the salt, just stinging not mending

If I could I would choke you with every apology

I hope you choke on every lie

I hope you drown as your mistakes fill up your lungs

I hope you choke



I tried to do the right thing

To be there, when you were in need

But you have lied

Take this knife from my back

And slit your throat