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My poem called Sentimental Suicide
I reached out
Reaching for your face
The bloodstains on your neck
The bruises on your arms
The scars on your chest
That face I wanted to see for so long
I knew it was too good to be true
I knew that it couldn't be true
I knew that Ты couldn't be back
I Остаться в живых Ты once
And wouldn't lose Ты again
But as I go to touch your face
I notice your nothing but an illusion
Of what was left
I know your just a fantasy
I Остаться в живых you
And Ты will never return </3
I shall Любовь Ты forever
In heaven или in hell
My сердце forever rests with you
And after today, I will be with Ты too
Another нож strokes my wrist
But soon...
A bullet shall reside in my head.
Reaching for your face
The bloodstains on your neck
The bruises on your arms
The scars on your chest
That face I wanted to see for so long
I knew it was too good to be true
I knew that it couldn't be true
I knew that Ты couldn't be back
I Остаться в живых Ты once
And wouldn't lose Ты again
But as I go to touch your face
I notice your nothing but an illusion
Of what was left
I know your just a fantasy
I Остаться в живых you
And Ты will never return </3
I shall Любовь Ты forever
In heaven или in hell
My сердце forever rests with you
And after today, I will be with Ты too
Another нож strokes my wrist
But soon...
A bullet shall reside in my head.
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