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Mar 21
You bring out the worst in me
And I can’t believe I didn’t see
Your true intention.
No wonder there was alway so much tension

When we’d

Sit around and
talk about

A future that we
didn’t have

A future that I couldn’t see
A future you took away from me.

It doesn’t sting,
it doesn’t burn.
It tastes bitter on my tongue,
but it doesn’t hurt.

No, I won’t let you get to me,
no more,
I won’t let you wreck me
any more.

Leave me be, and
maybe you’ll see
You’re not who you make yourself
out to be.
Arii
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Arii  The Afterlife
(The Afterlife)   
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