Love was violent.
Two as one love violent. Bound to be blinded by something ultra violet. Where once were many words. Are now a source of sorrow. Now devotion to silence. Make way for too many nights. Spent splitting apart what we had built together. She's out now Received my message then block the sender. Call me what will just never call me the pretender.
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