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Pain is comforting sometimes.
Who would've thought, it would come to this?
A softly moving sword,
My soul,
slashed into half.
Love gushes out.
I want it to stop, it
Hurts.
I wonder if it was worth,
To bare my soul.
This bitter love, it's
Like poison
That I would drink again.
And then once more.
I wonder if I did,
The right thing.
If this could have turned
Into something else.
I wish this never happened and yet,
Somehow, I don't hold any regret.
