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by FountainsOfBlood   Oct 30, 2008


I guess it's all well and good
You are happy, I am screwed.
My destiny is to die. Your future is felicitous.
Run off with him into the sunset
I am left in your darkness.
I counted on you but you ignored me
My suicide is your memory, forget it.

Too consumed with your new prize
You lost your best friend with great despise

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