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Your words cut me like a knife,
burying deeper, taking my life.
Each syllable, piercing my soul,
and now I will never be whole.
I know now that you'll fake cry,
as I contemplate how to die.
Did you ever love me?
Or did you know we will never be?
I want to wish you the best,
as the knife buries deeper in my chest.
You were there talking about our future,
now you are pulling the triger, becoming the shooter.
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Mel Wright
Never look down at your failures, look up to what you can achieve - Me 2020
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By F Cade Swanson6 days ago in Pride
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ohhhhhhhh! the last line.