Will you light a fire and keep those memories at bay when they come visiting me again?
Will you save my soul once I have lied every lie and broken every promise made?
Will you hold my hand comfort me when I have bled every bleeding vein and screamed my lungs soar?
Or will you accuse me,
Hurt, humiliate and curse me, judge me?
Disown me? Leave me?
Tell me,
Would you lay beside me on a naked terrace of the tallest apartment in the city,
Or will you just stand in that corner looking dazed confused and pretty.
Let me know.
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