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Abandonments Symptom
I'd of rather you killed me
ended my suffering,
ending my hearts flux,
it's rhythm and tune.
But in truth,
It died with you.
Torn to shreds,
Ripped apart.
It died with you when you left me in the cold
In the dust that once was
Ours and ours that no other power could touch.
Just two dreamers curse.
To think
It still could beat
Even when it's cold
Even when its defeated.
No
It died with you.
ended my suffering,
ending my hearts flux,
it's rhythm and tune.
But in truth,
It died with you.
Torn to shreds,
Ripped apart.
It died with you when you left me in the cold
In the dust that once was
Ours and ours that no other power could touch.
Just two dreamers curse.
To think
It still could beat
Even when it's cold
Even when its defeated.
No
It died with you.
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