How it stung.

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Oh how it stung,
As the echos rung.,
Frost-bitten lungs.
Your words like daggers to my heart.

I held tears.
"Can we just be friends?"
Can it just end.

I feel so empty,
Echos of wants,
Cries of fear,
I just want to disappear.

Oh how it stung,
I think,
I am done.

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