I was dying to know the answer,
I died when I got the answer.
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Thy, you killed me slowly with each day passes by,
You are the killer and I'm the victim,
While you're free to go I'm left to die.
Bleeding on the floor with nothing but regret,
You once I admire so much; maybe too much,
Now I choose to hate you instead.
Homicide.
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Wait, but it's me that chose to love and chose to give,
When you take too much and gave nothing but deceive.
No, it wasn't homicide.
Let's call it suicide.
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Souls rehabilitation.
RandomWhen you cannot say something, write it. This is where souls go to for rehab. Words that are left unsaid, are written here. Feelings that are left unexpressed, are written here. Just a human going through a hurricane of dullard feelings and thoughts.
