Snapping like the strings of violins, red dripping on my fingertips. The angels cry for the bleeding hearts, the sirens sing their songs of sorrow, both sobbing in their worlds, apart, what is whole today is gone tomorrow.
If you really want to know the pain and heartbreak you put me through, this is for you.
I know you will never want to know what you did to me.
It's easier for you to just forget about it and act like it never even happened.
Unfortunately I cannot forget.
Here's everything anyway, for my sake.
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