I gave you my heart
I look down at my hands,
and they are crimson stained,
because i couldn't handle,
This intense pain.
This pain in my chest,
where my heart should be,
because i gave you my heart,
hoping you would give yours to me.
But instead you gave me a letter,
Saying that you were leaving,
And that you truly did love me,
but i don't think you're worth believing,
So i ripped up the letter,
and set it on fire,
because i thought,
You were a lire.
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