Ignorance is certainly not bliss when you're the one on the receiving end.
You'll never know the tears you brought me.
The pain in which I need to conjure up now and dismiss.
You'll never know of the favour you did me.
The heart which you killed now has no soul to live.
Swallowing blades.
The cure; to kill this pain.
It shall be a slow death,
and every second I will just wish the pain to go.
But I shall just scream til I can't anymore.
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