You're sidestepping further downwards unto my shallow, weighted, misfortunes,
This is how much I care. Ill watch you burn as you waste,
And suffer as you sleep,
Let malice overtake you as if you drowned on air.
I wish your existence were so meaningless and painful,
That you wished upon your funeral.
That you wished for a time being less forgotten,
And if only you had repent.
Maybe.
Grown tired of feelings that are almost miserable,
But not quite,
They tried telling me it was love.
Beautiful.
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