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Dec 2015
I'm not always going to be there
One day, your ignorant, harsh remarks won't even be able to effect me.
When that day comes, I hope you understand
How living your life so obliviously
Has ultimately attributed to my demise.
And when that day comes
I hope you weep
Knowing that words can cut
As deep as a Knife.
Emily
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Emily
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