Leave?


She never lies
And no; she never hides behind the hands she has killed you with
Stained by your blood
There is no love
Only the void in her heart you once lived in.
Yet you have deemed her unworthy of your affection
Demanded she leave without question.
Why listen when you have clearly gone mad.

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