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Apparicious Feb 2017
I hate this world
I wish i was free
From this unhappiness i see

For everything that i can’t be
Not even her
But to you i’m not a priority

You look at her like she’s the world
and treat me like ****
you push me down, i get back up

just wait
my heart begins to drop
slowly awaiting what haunts me the most

death......
death by love

— The End —