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Suicidal Love

Mind at a ramble,
When I scramble every thought of you.
Why is it that I battle with my inner child,
Anytime I think of losing you…

It’s true.
I’m in love like never before.
I’ll do whatever takes to protect what God meshed in the spirit of loyalty.

Problem is,
Knives are deep-rooted in wounds close to my rib cage.
If I pull them out,
I’m afraid as to which beast would escape…
The one trying to pull the trigger,
The one who foreordains heartbreak,

Maybe that’s why I scrap with my subconscious,
While I lay unconscious…
Stomp a mother fucker out before any regret is prompted…

We have to change for the better…

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