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My letters of my bleeding heart.
I spill my heart and the blood makes the letters, of the sins I have committed, I wonder if its right to do the things I did and if I truly deserve the friends I have, I swim around in my heart wonder and worrying if I did this and that right as I hang on to the rim of my heart I wonder if I should let go, Do I really need to let go to fit in, but will I be able to stay swimming on my own letters of my heart, or will I drown on my own bleeding heart, making a mistake that could kill me.
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