I bleed through there pages the pain of a million lovers stabbing my heart
and stealing my breath,

I write with painful wounds that pour from my veins the hurt of countless
hours mourning over my lost soul,

History repeats itself through every man of my life,

Lacerations in my chest that will never heal through modern medicine,

Only cure is that knife that takes all pain from me leaving only a pool of
red and broken memories that i would have lost...only to have found again.
 
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