would the stabbing wound of this dark dagger tear my breast any less than the acerbic tone of their whispers the cutting edge of their furtive glances their scathing vituperative railing toward you for your love of me - would my flesh pour forth less of my life were the tearing apart of skin truly at the hand of this sharpened steel than upon my saying goodbye to you - would my heart beat less once ripped apart with razor cuts than with the loss of you in my life - could i live knowing that your loving me my loving you brought even a moment's discord to your own life - then, bring me death, let me leave you now and forever i beseech you, for i cannot bear a life without you any more than i can bear a life without my beating heart because you are my beating heart, my life - my love
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