you would find ways to cut into me and then ask why i got teary. why my blood and my venom spilled out. why i made this mess.
and somehow you were the victim, always, in all of it.
you would find ways to cut into me and then ask why i got teary. why my blood and my venom spilled out. why i made this mess.
and somehow you were the victim, always, in all of it.
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