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My heart used to be filled with so many poems,
now it only beats slowly.
every time there is sun on my skin, I think about your smile and your eyes.
and every time i see rain streaking a window pane
I think about the blood dripping from your wrists as you cradled the blade in your hand and cried my name through your snot and tears
and in my head i am screaming “i love you i love you I LOVE YOU”