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All my tears have dried
I have cried all my tears
Dry
My tears stained; dry
I want you to die
To feel my pain
You have slain my happiness
Now I feign it all
I want to forgive you
Honest I do but
I haven't mourned
I'm mourning the thought of you
The memories, the red signs
I failed to see
That you all along were my enemy

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