Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. - Shakespeare / Macbeth
When my heart stops beating, maybe it won't hurt this much. Never will I have to ensure to anything, please don't get me wrong; because I'll never let things go, I can never find the words to tell you - I never want to be alone, or that I don't know you. One day you'll get sick of saying I'm alright, I hope by then everyone is pretending or cured as I am tonight. I'll never this go, I hope I can find the words to tell you - I want to be with you, I am in love with you.
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Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red. - Shakespeare / Macbeth
When my heart stops beating, maybe it won't hurt this much. Never will I have to ensure to anything, please don't get me wrong; because I'll never let things go, I can never find the words to tell you - I never want to be alone, or that I don't know you. One day you'll get sick of saying I'm alright, I hope by then everyone is pretending or cured as I am tonight. I'll never this go, I hope I can find the words to tell you - I want to be with you, I am in love with you.
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