i do not know where to start...
how do i deal with these shits you bring?
how can i tell you that i want it over now?
but how can i tell you to stay?
i want you out of me,
i want you gone.
but each time i think of leaving
i think of you too.. and the pathetic things we share..
will i not be free from love's disgusting ironies?
i wish i can stop thinking of you..
so that my hands will stop writing dead odes about you.
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