Little by little, you pour that wine,
little by little my heart's entwined,
Oh poor, decieved, heart of mine,
Don't speak-For each word my heart softens,
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I just felt the same way...i felt every word in this poem as though i was the one saying those... i just felt the same way...dying.
dont stare-your eyes are so decieving, But it always keeps my heart beating, that was aMaZiNg emo girl