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Just Let Go
I sit here, dying on the inside. Body hurts to much, to see. Tear after tear, I have forever cried. I feel pain as such, inflicting me. I'm forever haunted, more than afraid. I slowly die, yet I do not hate. This life undaunted, I shouldn't have stayed. Do you hear my cry as I asphyxiate? Shattered glass, will always fall. Sorrow cannot pass, this you saw... Your words so stark, inflict so heavily. I remember when, the love was so pure. What was your remark, when I said, "Your killing me."? Who knew misery would win, and destroy my future? I fell into fantasy, I fell into yesterday. Just let go, I'll say goodbye. Let go of you and me, then what could we say? I know, that you forever cry. Find your path, for we now walk alone. I feel death's wrath, though my heart was never sewn. My heart so hollow, I cannot breathe. Is it you I should follow, or should I leave? I am now stuck, heart is caught in a twisting of a vine, I ran out of luck, when you were no longer mine. Flowers all dead, in this field around me. Thoughts in my head, even death will agree. Seeing your face, is such a hurtful sight. Brings me back to the place, where we forever fight. Pull the trigger, scream, aim and fire. Who is that figure, that damn liar? The pain grows bigger, sorrow soars higher. I feel the fury, in that voice. Do not blame me, for it was your choice.
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