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out of anger,
if only to prove,
I am not like her,
I will not lose,
i pry my skin open
with my beloved knofe
i almost heat it,
the scarlet open to life,
out of sadness,
if only to feel,
feel only pain, still nothing,
one, two, three,
it is always this way.
every time my blood wants to greet me
like it is my debt to pay,
only afterwards do I recall my beloved,
as i look at the constellations,
thier brightness in the eyes of my most coveted.
I have failed him, i broke my promise,
please forgive me,i will always remember
in you, i will always find solace,
forgiveness and love