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That Night...That night... I felt the warm liquid run through my finger as it gushed out from the gash with acted like an eye looking out to the night sky. I held her in my arms as she turned pale like the dusty moon with the stars. I tried to tell her that everything would be fine but the tears and choking of trying to take one single breath got to me. She bled out too quickly. She looked at me as she give up on survival. Not a word was said. But I realized what she was trying to say. That even though life just sometimes sucks dick, that doesnt mean you have an excuse to be depressed and give up. So I held her. As she died, I swore to never let that darkness inside, ever come out again since that night...
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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