Please take this knife from my back so I can drive it through your cold heart and let your tears flow like a river racing towards your palms and emptying onto the bed on which we layer for years. It’s been four years and I still haven’t forgotten. When will this river wash away the tears? It’s been four years wash away the tears. Please take this knife from my back so I can drive it through your heart.
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