You're to Blame

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Another word

Another flame

Burned my peace

You're to blame.

With your nasty smile

Your deathly mind

My world crumbled,

Shattered,

Broke.

And I sat there,

Wondering

What I did

To be punished

In such a cruel,

Gruesome death

Of not my body

But my soul.

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