Is that fair?
Weren't you supposed to care?
And give us the information you were obliged to share?
But instead we got you- something rare
Who is only there to s̷c̷a̷r̷e̷
Who's existence we can't bare
And whom's eyes only know to stare
Those e͓̽v͓̽i͓̽l͓̽ eyes that don't even have a glare
I dragged my ass all the way to the fair
But since because of you I can't pay the fare
Instead of going in with the people that care
I'm now stuck outside, gasping for ǟɨʀ
As you drag me by the hair
All the way back to your lair
That is in the middle of nowhere
I always knew you were a f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ n̵̛͔̩̺̞͉̝̣̗̝̊̐i̶̛͇̋̿͒͋͠ǵ̸̢̩̥̹͖̹̩̐͑̅̈́h̷̛̦̼̹͉͎̬̦̘̗͓̊̎̊̚͘͝t̶͎̤͖͋̒̕ͅm̸̡̡̡̬̎̑ͅạ̴̱̹͇͎͙̪̩̽́́̍͋͐̋́͜͠r̴̦͎̱̼̺͇̥̠͚̙̿̚e̵̢̟͑͌͂͂̇́͘̕͝
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A Bouquet Of Wilted Flowers
PoesíaWilted flowers may be used to express such sad sentiments as heartbreak, though sometimes with a sense of irony.
