cease

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maybe,

maybe my heart should cease

to love, to think,

to beat.

perhaps, this world and your touch was not meant for me.

perhaps no one but my mother will mourn as the ground opens up and i begin to accept hell as my eternal resting place.

all of this because you are the only thing that can put a smile to my face.

but you are not omniscient so i must leave you on this pitiful earth

without

a

trace.

so my heart should cease,

for i already sympathise with the carcass, laying on my street

and as you stray farther and farther away from my light,

my weak, tormented heart begins to

slow

its

b

e

a

t.

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pain, pain, go away,

play with my emotions another day.

if you don't, they will never care,

for they can't detect my scars and my despair.

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