Knives stick themselves into highways meant for life, like how you used to make me breath quicken with your angelic beauty
Scars form a map of suffering, like how you will if you let go of my hand
On my bloodied knees, I beg for your warmth, for your smile
As the waterfalls rumble down onto my scarred hands, I pray for you to understand, for you to accept me
As your footsteps echo through my ears, I plead for you to come back, for you to love me
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