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Jul 2021
It’s sound sick
And twisted
And melancholy

But god
I hope you miss me so much when I die

I hope you collapse in agony as my casket is lowered into the ground
I hope you plant new flowers once a week on my headstone
And wear black in mourning
I hope you never take another lover
I hope even the thought of someone touching you the way I do now makes you weep

I hope that
If nothing at all
I meant enough to you that
You break down your walls
And stop guarding your emotions
And let yourself feel the pain of my death

I pray that
Maybe if I can succeed
I’m letting you down slowly
As o fade away into nothingness
Then maybe I had a purpose

Morbid, I know
Written by
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   erica lynn
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