shedding tears not on the marble, but on me.
you bleed.
but i got a tourniquet.
for all the knife pokes and injuries,
i won't turn you down,
i'll get a grip.
even leaving far from you, on the road,
i'd look back on.
i wish you love,
i wish you to forgive yourself for all that has been going on.
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