Irony
You are my own blood,
but I loathe you.
You turn your face
and make merry when I'm in pain
I loathe you.
When you tear the token
of my sweat and blood,
I loathe you.
When you throttle the piece of my heart,
I loathe you.
The cold day of your end
Will be the day of my relief,
But I'll always loathe myself
for being your part.
Black Heart 🖤❤
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