a heart cannot stop loving,
unless its stops beating.
When my mind screams no, my heart races for yes.
Is it really worth all this suffering? Blood flows,
a mark shows,
the blade falls to the floor.
My heart has turned to stone,
and it seems so cold.
Hear the sounds of mirrors crashing on the walk.
With every breaking and slicing it grows colder,
and the walls head towards the sky.
One day love will never come again, too late its already arrived.
Is it too much to bear?
Oh wait, I guess I won't care...
 
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