Minuit
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Done With You
If I could cut you from my skin,
I'd cut you thoroughly,
I'd cut the bone,
The marrow through
Wouldn't be an issue
I'm sick of this
I'm sick of you .
You break me through and through
Begone I say,
Just go away,
I'm done with you.
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