There I was, calling for you. All in vain, all in vain. You left because you were scared of the truth. It's all a show, those tears on your face. The only thing believable, the only thing conceivable, the night you ripped my life from me, was the joy...in your cold, dead eyes

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The Pointless Book
RandomJust a collection of pointless thoughts from a pointless girl