III
I'm tired,
And I'm weary.
I ache like a dull bruise,
And I'm tragic like a funeral.
Reminisce me,
Remember when you shoved me,
And that brought melancholia.
You just watched me in my hell,
A torment, retribution, you neglected me.
You smell like the wretched, and I was the sinner.
My first sin?
Immersing in your love,
I am
Impaired, and beaten.
My first sin was calamitous,
But you told me it was only
The beginning.
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My Heart Has Teeth (✓)
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