I'd pay black diamonds to make you go away.
And I'm far from rich but I promise you, if it would guarantee I would never feel this way again, I'd find away. I'd sell my hair and my soul to end the forced relationship we share and not a day would pass when I ask for them back. Don't breathe my air.-s.w.s
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PoetryTo explain the complexities that are my tears and the force that pulls them down