Chapter Ninety Two- Finally, He Makes A Confession
I don't know how to say it, but I know I must
I am a mess, my tongue is in a twist,
In my broken words, you'd never trust,
For my tongue is not sweet and my body provokes no lust,
But just dare me, for I have never hid
I could write it in blood, cut my wrist
And allow my soul to bleed,
Three words won't tell you how amazing you are,
Three words won't run deeper than the scars
Imprinted on your soul,
Three words won't leave your hollow heart feeling whole,
I know,
Though my feelings are true and my words sincere
I do not utter these words without fear
~ I love you~
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Her eyes slowly fluttered open and she was immediately battered by a sharp pang of pain that rippe
