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I thought we'd make a lovely mess. You thought that's all I'd be. I'm on sinking ship, with no way off, and it's getting hard to breathe. I can't believe how huge a fool I was to even think, I had a chance with you, my dear, and now I'm at my brink. It strikes me strange how even though I never pressed it at all, you stayed until the very end, was it just to watch me fall? "So what. Whatever. ***** the lot. It all ends up the same", I lie and rasp for we both know it stings to hear your name.
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
Dead on Arrival
I thought we'd make a lovely mess. You thought that's all I'd be. I'm on sinking ship, with no way off, and it's getting hard to breathe. I can't believe how huge a fool I was to even think, I had a chance with you, my dear, and now I'm at my brink. It strikes me strange how even though I never pressed it at all, you stayed until the very end, was it just to watch me fall? "So what. Whatever. ***** the lot. It all ends up the same", I lie and rasp for we both know it stings to hear your name.
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
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