TW: Suicide mentions.
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Would you die for me, then?
At the time,
It seemed fine.
At the time,
It was a lie.
Regrets cause suffocation,
Remorse erases gratification.
Guilt forces nictation,
Impulse ends in luxation.
Would you die for me, then?
At the time,
It wasn't a crime.
At the time,
It wasn't the wine.
Apologies are useless,
Self-blame is fruitless.
It may all seem museless,
But they're all clueless.
Would you die for me, then?
He wasn't supposed to be serious,
It was like he was delirious.
While I was only being imperious,
He was being insidious.
At the time,
It seemed fine.
At the time,
It was a lie.
Yet, there's only one more question to ask:
Why did you die for me, then?
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