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Constant existential crisis's.
Head aches from the thought of you.
You've consumed my thoughts once again, but not in the way I've wanted.
From heartbreak.
Was I not good enough for you?
Why did you leave without an explanation?
I'll never be good enough for anyone I guess.
Making it hard for me to think properly.
Now where are these voices coming from.
They're not entirely of you anymore.
But they're not my own.
My existential crisis's don't make me question my own life anymore.
They make me question yours.
The voices in my head are now telling me to kill you.
They're not mine, I swear.
I can't control myself anymore.
Why am I walking through the park with a knife in my hand?
I realized I'm on the path to your house.
I'm crying now
Because I'm aware of my actions.
But I can't control them.
Not the actions I will do later on.
They just surprise me.
I wish someone would help me turn around.
But then I would get myself in more trouble.
I'm trying to turn around but I can't.
I'm knocking on your door.
You open up the door.
You realize it's me, with a sad face.
Now you look terrified.
Oh no, I killed you.
I'm crying.
And running.
Forgive me.
I'm home now.
You're on the news, but dead.
The police are now searching for the killer.
But they will never find me.
Cause now I have to move on.
Not that I have to, But I can.
You can't break my heart again.
I moved on..
Kind of.
Now it's time to start over again.
Secrets be kept.
So will the voices.
They won't leave.
I'm going crazy.
I hope I don't get hurt again.
Cause nothing hurts more than to kill someone you love.

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