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Poem for the one I can't help but miss:
Why did you have to be a sack of shit
Now I'm trying to sleep, as I cry
desperately trying to erase my mind.
As I lie on my bed,
I can't help with you stuck in my head.
All the moments I hoped would last
is nothing more than a broken past
The puzzles are clear, my eyes are open
is this how it's like to be heartbroken?
...If I was more lovely, not only to you
would you have changed your ways for me too?
If I was more lovely, filling everyone with glee,
would you have not tried to kill me?
My god's ears are filled with my pleas,
as my younger self looks at you, blindly
I wanted to be the light in everyone's lives,
but now it looks like I need my own light
I want to know, in everyone's mind,
am I just a spitty image of you, time to time
I say I'm fine as I lose myself
slowly as I dispose my true self.
I don't know anymore, what it means to be happy,
but one thing's for sure, crying is my hobby.
