As Predicted, She Smiles At Your Face. She Loves You Inserting A Knife Between Her Breasts. She Still Loved You, Even When She Bled. There Seems To Be Nothing, No Amount Of Tears Can Put Out The Fire Of Her Love. Not Even Jealousy Triumphs On It's Heat.
Despite Her Patience, Time Was Moving Slow. She Waited...
She Awaited The Day Of Her Feelings' Death, A Feeling She Wants To Feel, How It Feels To Feel No More. Stained, A Little Too Much, Her Inner Self Has Grown Numb.
Slaved At Heart. Enslaved With Emotional Chains
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