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First it was a word
Then a sheepish smile
That ruined their world
And those of others
They were too selfish too see

It is merely impossible
To let my ink spill out all the pain
Gathered through these years
These many many years
That went by too fast

What do you say to an idiot?
That is ignorant of his stupidity?
What do you do with a life
That has already been lost?
Do you cry over spilt milk?

Reminiscing,
The pages smell the same
She can almost smell your perfume
Taste it even,
She loved you

It broke her
Degraded her every being
Got her obsessed
With your eyes

I ran,
Faraway
Seeking for better
But still, you're always on my mind

Like a venom
Spreading in my bloodstream
You always show your face
And pull me back to my worse.







I think this poem is very trashy, tbh. Definitely not my best, lol.

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