Ahhhhh, heartache. Such a beautiful traumatic thing.
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I do
you moved me.
you pierced my soul
and showed me the light.
(should i hate you?)
you held my hand.
you played with my mind
and made me think that you cared.
(should i hate you?)
you opened my eyes.
you ripped out my heart
and watched my blood drip onto your shoes.
(should i hate you?)
(i do.)
â by blue
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