Your wrists are weak. You bruise easily. Your blood is still leaking in your hair. You coulnt listen to what I had to say. You werent listening. Your still tied up on the bed. We were fine, untill you brought her up. Now Im confined to my own corner, my own place. You died around midnight, looking at your glistening blue eyes. I love you.
Reason for writing:
I dont like abuse.
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