It seems as if
Everyone I know
Just goes away.There goes one,
What'd I do this time?And another.
And another.
And then another.How did I fuck this up so badly?
How did I rip their hearts out?I guess I'll never know.
Because they're gone.They've gone away.
Don't let me go away.

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If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
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