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Hack, hack, hack
At my memories.
Tear at them to show my face.
Follow me like a lost soul to torment me in my place.
All it's doing is making it worse for
How many more?
I can count but I can never undue your raveling.
Can you embellish your pride, when you have no one to turn to?
Such a pity, such a pity it is of how you've become so petty.
A beautiful being so divine falling from so high.
Sorry highness, I won't be there to catch you this time.
Not after a betrayal that measures up to my height and above the clouds.
Not even the gods can save us, from something that can turn so loud.
I will bow one last time,
Maybe blow one last kiss.
But I will never give one last chance.
This was written in a time when I was having tough times with friends in my life. I've grown from then and I want this to be a mark of me moving on. Hopefully this helps somebody.
19/F/A small town
(19/F/A small town)
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