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LMW-The-Poet

Published: Oct 30, 2014

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Every slice you make
Causes my heart to bleed,
Pumping its blood
In a surge to heal you.

And baby, it hurts
To lose my breath
Whilst my heart
Pounds your pain

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For those have lost desire in addiction and have found a hope just brushing your fingertips...

Take a deep breath and think about the consequences before you choose your painful escape. And remember my name in any decision you make. My only hope is that regret will lead you to a better future.

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ArwynRie

Nov 19, 2014

Very compassionate work...

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