day forty four

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you'll get angry at me
for blaming my death on you.
you'd probably vandalize my grave.
step on me with your shoe.

i hope you feel the same pain i feel
when you tear me apart.
i really don't feel anything anymore.
you already broke my heart.

i end this entry here,
with my heart pouring out.
i need to go now, prepare my stuff
so i can go to the pool tomorrow
and forget what my purpose is all about.

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