and I can recall exactly how it felt when you took everything away from me.
Must you now claw at old wounds
and disturb the peace I have found?
I'll bleed regret.
I cannot help but stress the lack of satisfaction you will receive from this.
I refuse to let you win. Again.
I am a victim of my own shameful tears.
Let them fall.
Let me drown the insecurities that clutch my throat.
Defined by this cold isolation,
I suffocate on the words I will not speak.
I hold them captive behind the smile I fake so well.
I can't take it - can't you tell?
This is the end.
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