One day, you will look at your blood stained hands and think of how you murdered me and how you murdered us.
A beateous love story tainted by mistrust
With love
Violet(This poem is dedicated to my past love)
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One day, you will look at your blood stained hands and think of how you murdered me and how you murdered us.
A beateous love story tainted by mistrust
With love
Violet(This poem is dedicated to my past love)