Go Away Tate!

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Pain.
Empty.
Loneliness.

You cause these feelings.

You stabbed me in the heart than left me there to die alone, the knife in my back burns hot oil in my spine.

Paralyzed.

You Left me paralyzed in the street under the stars you promised we would visit. Lights. Blinding  me in the street.

Finally peace away from.

Crash!

Now you cry knowing this pain was caused from someone else. I'm at peace while you rot away.

Goodbye.

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