Into the depths of hell I go
Ripped apart
Unable to sow
Gaping wounds
Blood to flow
Vile bile
A putrid smell
Quickly it to fill the nose
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Suffocated moments; lost merriment
Killing all kinds of precious acts of love
Jealousy taken complete hold
….….What is one to do.……
….…When there is.……
….…Nothing.……
…..More.…….
..You..
Can
..Do..

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