Bloody LoveA Poem by InsomniacWriterIf covering me in
black and blue was a way of saying 'I love you' then you don't you just butcher me to become all yours? If calling me 'fake' was some kind of training to face my fears, then why don't you throw me off a bridge to make me become the most courageous human alive? If only you were me, If only you could read this, but it'll only expand your techniques to burn my innocence. © 2013 InsomniacWriterAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 14, 2013 Last Updated on September 14, 2013 AuthorInsomniacWriterManchester, Lancashire , United KingdomAbout·Let my writing do the talking· more..Writing
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