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Septemberbug — Filth
Published: 2010-10-18 06:16:58 +0000 UTC; Views: 118; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 1
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I feel as if I have been stabbed in the heart,Killed by a thought
A thing I so dearly held
A thing that is killing me now.
My heart Hurts so badly
It aches with cold because it is ice
I have no more to give
It has gone with him
But now, oh, my heart is flaming!
Nothing good is in these flames
For they burn a dream, a hope.
I hope now that these words are out of me
So that they may not kill the one they belong to
I don't care anymore!
He is his own and I must not bare his decisions!
I can not dwell in this thought any longer
Or my heart my just fall out of my body
Onto the floor, into the filth
For that is what I am to him, filth on the ground.
