Do you know that every night I think of ways to get back at you?
I'd sneak into your room, put a pillow over your face, suffocate you.
Rip into your chest and tear out your heart.
To see if you bleed, like I do.
I bet you do.
Tripping over my words and now you're tripping on me. Isn't that funny?
Couldn't you just laugh until you choke?
I wish you would, and your face could match your eyes. Cold and blue and lifeless.
How did I ever fall for you?
Do you know that every night I think of ways that I can spite you?
Call me when you're dead or you can finally live with yourself.
Consider this a favor...consider this.
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