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love me please
Perhaps I’ll tear my eyes away
Let my crimson spill and stray
Sew my wounds with piercing thread
If you’d love me though I bled
Death does not seem so grim
Nor does the noose’s cold, tight hymn
Summon Venus, my muse
Let her claim what I shall lose
Caress my flesh till breath runs dry
Let crimson drip as fingers tie
Stab me with empathy, raw and pure
Choke me with love-- my cure
Love me, love me, love me please!
Drain my body, let it freeze
Love me, love me, love me please!
If not, I will bring them to their knees!
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[Before you get concerned, I wrote this not about someone else, but about me. I thought it would be interesting to portray someone trying to love themselves, but failing, so they almost force themself to love their own person.]
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Reya Suri
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