like a thousand daggers
piercing through my chest
the memories and times we shared
they tug me and beg
convincing me to call
but i can't because you're set
i am nothing to you
you are a poison to me
i must be serious
my will resolute
tip over the bottle
and fight through the pain
because misery won't do me good
i want to hate you, and i should
if i ceased loving, trust me..
i would.
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