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She opened me up when she gave my miserable mind a reason to believe she liked me.
Since then I have been bleeding a constant wound.

I cannot fix it, no matter how hard I try.

I know her love can never be mine.
I know no one will ever be able to love me.

But I continue to bleed and suffer for them.

Sometimes the blood drips onto a page, and I like to believe they know it was for them.