Him.

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I use your pity to leave before you repeat it.
My lungs forget to inflate every now and then.
You mistreat how rare i am, how much of a survivor i am.
I send you a river of my own choice tears.
You peirce my wing with a jail bar.
You refuse to disclose the blame you put on me.
That block you put in my heart of your fiction love.
You finished the betray you have caused by sending a storm into my mind.

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