You're painful, you hurt.
Its like you're holding a knife in front of you, each time we get closer, the knife sinks deeper into my heart, The closer you get the more it hurts, but the more it hurts, the more I want...
The wound gets deeper. Then you pull away, pull out the knife. Leaving me with blood-covered hands, holding a needle and thread, trying to stitch the pieces back together.
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Monday, May 31, 2010
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