STICHED
I FOUND MY LIFE IN THE END OF THE KNIFE AS I CUT THE FLESH FROM MY BONES OF MISTAKES AND PAIN I BEGAN TO UNDERSTAND THE WAY I WAS WHEN I LOVED YOU
I WAS THE WITHERING FLOWER IN THE MIDST OF THE RAGE YOU HAD YOUR ANGER BURNED SO MUCH AND THE WAR YOU WAGED MADE IT ALL WORSE
I LOVED YOU YET, IN THE END, YOU TOOK MY FLESH AND MADE IT YOURS BLED ME TILL I MADE NOTHING MORE THAN A SOUND OF A WHISPER.
I TRY TO REMBER YOUR VOICE YOUR FACE YOUR SCENT AND ALL I CAN REMBER WAS THE HEAT THE VILE AND THE BURNS YOU CUT ME WITH
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