So many words, so little truth, hate pumps through my scarred veins just barely healed.
Torn apart...again.
Our bleeding hearts and desicated veins solicit forgiveness but only in death will what was finally be forgot left here, dying, our fate's sealed, our mortal effort crippled by suspicion.
Bleeding from within, our chance denied, stabbed once again, betrayal never ends.
Time justifies, reasons of mentality sense and sanity douse the flames, left behind only smoldering ash.
Time hasn't healed, our deepening wounds.
No more blood left to bleed. Torn apart.
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