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The withered days of an unworthy love and the sword that cut through flesh as so. That perhaps there isn't a thing called love in your eyes that maybe this thing is something you wish to have from some other. Am i not but a wonderful lie a gift or something you wish to hold dear. But it seems that this that i have given you is something you gave up without fear. Forgive me for my lack of love i gave all that i can, you tossed it aside, and its driving me mad... i wonder if this is a way a toy feels when its batteries run out. lone now like the pedal of a flower that has dried and given up on life. This has taken me deep in so. you say you feel my pain and that you suffer as well.. You see the scars but you cannot bear the wound that was inflicted on me. You can cry yell at me beg me to stop kill me if you must!!!! but nothing will change that the love you once felt for me was no more than lust.