I love you...
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Yes, but how many times am I going to say it until you believe it?
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That's so messed up...
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How can you say that about yourself, or us?
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What do you mean, no us?
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Of course there's an us!
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I.... I understand.


Later that night, my spirit committed suicide. I haven't lived a day since.

I just want to fly away in a big *** rocket-ship,
Don’t want to live under a sky, filled with hate.
So tired of everyone trying to, **** each other.
Why can't we all just, love, one another?

I was so unaware, till you opened my eyes,
Thought i would never fall, till you said I couldn't fly.
And did that make you happy?
Making me feel blue?
We’re all people,
Your not better than me, and I’m no better than…
You.

Icarus, believed he could fly, to the gods
Until his father, told him, to stop.
So down he fell, product of disbelief.  
Laid dead on the sands, ****** and….
Gone.

And now i'm gone.

Hurt.
Alone.
Drunk, on you.
On who?
Who are you?
Lost.
Confused.
High, on her.
On them?
None left.


*When you bottle up passion, anger, and otherwise, any man could tell you that your either a lover, a cheater, or completely alone. So, which are you?