Now I read your name,
I once wrote in my blood on the wall,
as I hide in my shame,
and I think to myself,
"Why did I do it?
Why did I hurt him,
I still love him and I always will,"
but I lie,
to myself,
to him,
and to the rest of the world,
I say things like
" I don't love him,"
"he doesn't love me,
not after I hurt him,
so I won't love him,
because I'll only get hurt in the end."
but I know deep inside I love him very much,
and I always will....
 
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