As you sit in your own pool of self pride, deep down you feel, you know what kills you. Forever burning in your chest as you mark it up with blade that feels so good. You try to exorcise that demon you call guilt and regret. You know I loved you, but love to you was just another word that you used freely as the wind blew. All those times we used to
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