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I let you throw daggers at me, from afar
You watched, as my heart slowly bled
Piercing my chest, this imminent pain
I wondered if you wished I was dead
The anger in your eyes, unsettling
They were blank, I was no longer there
You killed me, without saying a word
I knew now, you just didn’t care
Years of fighting within myself
Excuses, kept me hidden in the dark
Trying to cover the scars on my soul
Sadly, your hate left its mark
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Dark. Sad. Perfect.
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Thank you very much, Walt…you know the back story to this ❤
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Aye, Hugs to you dear friend 😢
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An ugly mark too. Ooooh
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Very ugly…
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Thank you!! ❤
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❤💯
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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