Dear love of mine,
Please, if you love me show me a sign. My blood burns bright red. I long for you so much...without you, I'd rather be dead. I may grasp a knife, and grant myself a new life. The cosmos will stand still, when you watch my blood spill. Just know, on this note I will have bled... When I put a bullet in my head. So please... dear love of mine, force me to put down this nine...
To me just admit, so my heart can be lit. Cast a bright light through my hearts stitch. So that in your love I may be rich. My life will not be complete until... I can finally put down my quill.
I know...I know its quite sad. You must think I'm clearly mad. I beautifully play my lute, but all I get is the boot. I don't want for my feelings to remain unsaid. So it is here I tell you before I bite the lead. So just remember what will be said... That I put a bullet in my head. The cosmos will stand still, when my tears congeal in my blood spill.
So...dear love of mine, why can't you just show me a sign?
And if I must be a friend...
The end.
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