Would you hold me knowing there's cuts and scars all over my body?
Would you kiss me knowing I've kissed others?
Would you love me knowing I've been in love before and got stabbed?
Would you talk to me knowing that I say dumb things at points?
Would you tell me "it's okay" knowing I'm going to say I've been telling myself that?
Would you say "I love you" knowing I've been lied to before with those same three words?
Would you wipe my tears knowing that the reason they are falling is because I miss you?
Would you listen to me knowing I'm having a rough time in life?
Would you help me knowing that I've been left dead for years?
Would you look into my eyes knowing I have no feeling but sadness?
Tell me.
Would you?
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Everything Has Changed
Non-FictionJust some random depressing stuff about my life or about what is happening Also just random quotes that I make or just need to let out
