When it starts to bleed again, the eyes cannot but help accompanying it, turning each red drop to the scathing liquid, that flows out.
Of all that is lost, and the only amongst those i wished i still had.
It aches and begs for acceptance.
It is not asking much, i know that.
And yet each drop burns my cheeks and rips my heart and rips my heart apart, just a little wider.
Please take away the pain,
Please give me the only acceptance I want. I can fight for the rest.
But i cannot fight anymore, for the one thing I think is perfect for me.
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