You don't have to worry about me dying
Cause you already killed me,
Already took the wonderful person I was used to be & burnt her alive, leaving nothing but ashes
You don't have to worry about my heart stopping
Cause I don't have one.
You already tore it out of my chest & ripped it to shreds like it was the easiest thing in the world to do.
You don't have to worry about me forgetting you,
Cause your stupid name will always be engraved in my head & your touch burnt into my skin
-Sethu♡
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100 Weeks To Get Over You
PoetryShe loves him. He loved her. That's the sad part, the past tense in that sentence.
