Poetry
Stains of Blood
Paint me with ignorance, Because I love that pain I get. I’m addicted to it as much, As I am addicted to you. You’re always
Paint me with ignorance, Because I love that pain I get. I’m addicted to it as much, As I am addicted to you. You’re always
Nobody knows it’s empty, The smile that I wear. The real one is gone by the time that no longer exists. Because I left you
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
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