Oh the things I would say if I saw you again and you asked to be there once more
I would snap my teeth viciously and defend the delicate barricade I have forged
I will cut my sword of words and pain right through you and when you ask again I will spit at the ground like you did to me when I begged you to listen and not follow your own foolishness
When you tell me I am vile for not accepting you back I will show you my battle scars and silently try to wish you well but the words won't form and instead I will quietly watch as you leave
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