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Dec 2018
I hope it kills you to watch me rot inside
You got the front row seat
It's like you planned it all
Every inch of pain spread across my body
Created by you and intensified by your emptiness
Like you couldn't bother to remember I had a heart
But I bet it makes it all easier
To imagine I was dead inside already
Well, now I am
Now, there is nothing
Ralda Robles
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