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Cupid's Accidental Homicide
Cupid has shot me with one too many arrows. My sullen heart has been punctured Now leaching with pain. All he tried to do was bring me hope and light, to pull me from darkness, to battle my anguish and woe. His efforts were straining, and for fleeting moments, my life was happy Cupid shot me once more and I fell in love He was beautiful in my eyes, the lament dissonance of my wretched heart wrapped around him. But Cupid's arrow induced our suffering. He loved me as much as he could bear. "I'll love you forever" I cry as I weep at his feet, begging for his return. Cupid shot my love once more in hope of romantic devotion, instead, we got agony. With my love's last effort, He etched "I hate love" with his blood that dripps from these pages. Down he fell from my arms, and down he fell into the darkness. My tears will no longer weep from mine eyes... I've cried to long and hard to cry any more. My only comfort is gone, and my only way to cry is to watch my wrists ooze away the pain, drip by drip. One last try and Cupid shoots me once more, and my torn heart shatters into pieces. I'm cast into the reality of my tenebrous death. And together we became, Cupid's accidental homicide
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