And i guess this is goodbye, hunny.
They're sweeping out the trash.
Have fun being perfect
As I slowly rot to death.
I don't expect you to cry.
I served my purpose.
My entertainment was used up.
It's off to the trash.
It's okay, sweetie.
It's not the first time for me.
I'm rotted on the inside.
An infesting disease.
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no questions. no answers.
Constructive criticism keeps me from killing you.
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you ok
i know your not going to talk to me, of all people about it but im still curious, i hope its not what i think it is, i would hat for you to have to go through that after everything else youve been through, its a great poem though
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