Another One

I need closure
I need to know
why you said those words
how they tasted when they left your lips
little did you know their outcome
you cant tell someone "go die" and expect them to be okay after that
telling me you hate me made me hate myself
look at what you molded
behold, another fucked up kid
going straight to hell.


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