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I'm so sorry.
I really wish I could beat the hell out of myself
all those days that I ignored you.
Maybe a black eye,
broken leg, bloody nose
but no number of bruises, cuts, or
swollen tissue could amount to the pain
I hold now. It's really fucking sick
that I'm doing it again, I know.
But I just don't want this this fragile
dispondent image to be the last thing
I picture when you're gone.
all those days that I ignored you.
Maybe a black eye,
broken leg, bloody nose
but no number of bruises, cuts, or
swollen tissue could amount to the pain
I hold now. It's really fucking sick
that I'm doing it again, I know.
But I just don't want this this fragile
dispondent image to be the last thing
I picture when you're gone.
Published 5th Jan 2012
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15th Mar 2012 6:08am
The ending here twisted me. I thought you were talking about you neglecting someone else, but the end made me think it was yourself. Am I close or not?
