I could write promises in blood with the edge of my knife
For hours and hours on end
To bleed to death, scared and alone,
And it would all be for you.
But what's in it for me?
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Fianna Black
A contest entry
- a lack of words by freestallion.
600 points, ended January 29, 18 entries
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You would die in my honor
NO.. die for me
Truthfully.. You death shows how brave you are..
I could not nor will I have the power to die ALONE.
This is one of my favorites.. Sometimes a question is the best way.. To prove your point -
Once again, you said it all, how we die for love so much, it's endless...
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love the title
great write and awesome ending
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