Maybe they're wrong,
Maybe they're right,
But yet still I doubt it,
They should just take flight.
And fly away,
Before I snap,
Leaving a new anger,
running like a tap.
For they will regret,
What they did,
To me they refused,
What I bid.
So I warning to thee,
As I am on the brink,
See my darkness,
Appear in a blink.
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