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Peace or happiness?

So tell me my friend, Out of the two, Which would you choose; Peace or happiness? In the end, We are selfish, Peace is selfless, So we choose happiness. Of course only our own, I can’t live with myself, Just collect me on your shelf, Filled with broken hearts. I want you to kill me. I want you to fulfill, My lust of you to kill, The walking emptiness inside. It would make you happy, It wouldn’t be peace, But your smile will increase, And I love you too much to let it fall. Choose happiness, Not peace, Choose the smile over, The deceased. Your happiness is war, So go and shoot me. Close the opened door, And throw me away. “Save me! Save me!” I may scream. But I love you so, Go fulfill your dream. I’m all that you left of me, Deceased. Deceased. My heart has been torn from the inside. Deceased. Deceased. Our love and the memories that I will reminisce are Gone. Gone. The door has been closed and any opportunity is Gone. Gone. I hate to see you leave So I ask you please. Just kill. Just kill. Me.

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