This pain in my heart grows by the hour,
I thought I had finally found that perfect flower,
She made me smile everytime she came near,
but her strength was lacking,
and there was no hope.
The light shines on through, she said that I'm done with you
A wound left scarred, right there on my heart.
You knew what you were doing this and didn't care,
do you think...this is really fair?
Her face haunts my dreams,
knowing I can still hear her screams,
watching her slowly kill herself...
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