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Sadly, you mistake me

 
Clearly
Evidently
The bucket of fucks

Empty

Stuck on you

No
Nah
Never

Was never that wild rover

No
Nah
Never

Those wicked games
You continually play
Time after time
On a road to nowhere

Cold
Bitter
Alone
Dead end

See Dhampirs carry immunity
From vampire bites

The mirrors truth
What you Projected
Was death

Live backwards
Written by Carpe_Noctem
Published
Author's Note
0 fucks
0 stress
Don't play silly games
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