I thought not.
As graceful as it would be,
It would not happen.
So don't try to cry.
Your cold, cold heart would freeze your tears.
So don't try not to lie.
You're used to it now.
They just flow now.
Like blood.
Don't try not to be sly.
You were always decieving.
Nothing was out in the open.
Nothing but me.
Don't tell me not to die.
You cut me open for the world to see.
And then you left me.
Nowhere.
Dying, but free.
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