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Watch me fall apart
like a dying rose in the wind, my petals going, going, gone.
The memories run cold, so does my blood.
What’s said has been done, now as I lay
broken on the floor, drawings, words, gashes in my skin
no sense of night and day, this art is my only friend
You left me. You broke me. This is our end, your end, my end, so no new life can be born.
Going....going.......gone
Like the wind no one looks back to stop and cry cuz I’m gone, Dead and gone. Leave me dead and gone,
Like me family before me Strong and true, Just leave me dead and gone. -kitten-