The picture is fading
The insults are making-
me feel like I'm nothing inside.
And I've considered,
Life without the litter-
thrashing ever corner of my mind.
But can someone actually live like that?
Or is it all my fantasy?
Should I really even try?
Or should I just pack up my things and die?
Because I- I want you to know,
Before i decide to go that you can't hurt me anymore
You won't have to put on a show-
Of this illusion you call love
No more pretending you give a...
about the girl you hurt the most.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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