I go. As if a dagger be placed in my bosom,
I bleed only for you, your voice, and charm.
If two hearts were meant to be entangled,
it would be yours and mine. Oh dear
stars, how could you play with me so?
I feel that I'm dead, from the inside out, and you
are the only living force, immortal or otherwise,
that could make me feel alive once again.
Yet, you cannot see this, which saddens me beyond belief.
My life, which is now against a wall pinned,
with no one to hear my grief, but the merciless wind.
My happiness is shadowed by the power of fears,
and due to these minuscule things, I'm shrouded with tears.
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