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heart shaped box

Blood smears across my face
your blood,
it is so warm and life like!!

i grip this heart shaped box tightly...
tightly as i try to finnish cutting out your heart.

you need to know how it feels,
how you made me feel.
for you tore out thy heart.

so now,
now its your turn!!!
dont try to stop me,
for my mine is set.

i cant bare the memories
of the life we onece shared.
so think upon this as a favour

i was so rapped up in what you thought,
i never got to live my life.
i hated myself! i hope you got what you wanted

so this little heart shaped box will soon comfort me.

my dagger cuts depper every seccond,
your blood ouses out more and more,
till thy challace is full.

you have finnised screaming.
its all over now!!.

i seek confindence from this heart shaped box...

A TOAST,A TOAST TO MY BLOOD THIRSTY FREINDS!!!
tipin' up that blood filled chalace