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Sep 2015
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.
Scribo-Dolorum
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