Is it a hard thing? I did harder for you, harder than this thing to you, I used to cry when you gone, everyday and in everything reminds me of you, I did your needs without thinking , all what I thought of is to make you happy, why?
Am I stranger to you, or we are not that close as I felt? What did I ask from you to put this knife in my chest, or all that’s because I asked from you help ?why you are doing , I can’t breathe , its hurting me so badly ,why I got needs? Needs make the people so broken and with endless pains , I wish I didn’t asked ,but no time for regrets , the knife still here and am bleeding even if you take it off it place still in me and it’s so unforgotten.
You hurt me in the worse way . I’ll never ask your hand again, am not sure that am ready for other stab in my sensitive chest , you want to take without any given , so I won’t help you after this day I hope I can but I’ll try hard I swear , I can’t stand the pain
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