Helen Otis - Art

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Everything was perfect
Well, as perfect as it can get
But you ruined it.
Texting you instead of sleeping
Every lunch period spent together
It meant nothing to you
How could you do this to me?
You ruined me
You left me
They hate me.
I'll ruin them.
I'll turn their pain
Into smiles
And their despair
Into works of art
They're not going to
Ever see tomorrow
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