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Sky Oct 2019
Why did I get the unlucky gene?
I didn't want my words to be seen
By your abandoning eyes
Which were my demise

I found a way to make my peace
Write it all down, my thoughts in place
Now that you know what I have done
You'll make **** sure that I'll be gone

But we both know, I have a weapon
So let me be, my head's unstable
I won't tell her what really happened
Behind her back, while we all suffered.

These words are all that's left for me,
Just let me be, just let me be.

— The End —