I stared into the eyes of the devil
Realizing that nothing would be able to save us
His eyes get darker and darker the longer I looked
Making me more and more aware
That was the end
The way we said our goodbye without actually saying the piercing words
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The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
