Slit my wrists you might be pissed but this is a chance I couldn't miss. Can't stop the pain there's no more rain so dancing in it just isn't the same. You broke me first and yet I'm last it doesn't matter about our past. I gave you me you gave me death don't forget you caused my last breath. I hope you're happy I hope your sane cause I couldn't live with all this pain.
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Author:
Niki Oz (Pseudonym) (
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