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#46 - daentraya
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(11/29/2012) [-]
You grew on me like a tumour
And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
And now you’re in my heart
I should’ve cut you out back at the start

I’ve left it too late to risk an operation
I know there’s no hope for a clean amputation
The successful removal of you
Would probably kill me too
#57 to #46 - anonrandom
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#63 to #57 - daentraya
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(11/29/2012) [-]
Sorry, i just edited a picture, and i want to save it in paint..

Now I'm afraid there's no cure for me
No dose of emotional chemotherapy
Can halt my pathetic decline
I should've had you removed back when you were benign

When we first met you seemed fickle and shallow
But my armour was no match for your poison arrow
You are wedged inside my chest
If I tried to take you out now I might bleed to death
I'm feeling short of breath