While you were so tangled up in your own webs of cheer, never asking me how I was today neglecting my emotions were here. Today was the day you should of listened and asked me how was my life instead you went on about silly lust while blood was pouring from my knife. Through every delicate smile of yours, I couldn't bring out my eyes, I couldn't bear to bring you down so I just told you 'goodbye.' But now I sit, lonely in tears, letting the pain grow bigger. As I recap my every emotion, I'm happy..... as I pull the trigger.
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