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It hurts to breathe. But not as much as it hurts to look you in the eyes and see the hate that lies there

It's not a story, just me talking about the girl I like.

You look at me with so much pain in your eyes and cover it up with lies.

Words light a candle on the darkest of nights

It is in the cover of night, I weep for what I have lost.

it is the only thing That tethers me to this world Of horrors, that seems like a dream

I am faced with two choices: Save myself or Drown in my depression.

You made a promise to me on our very first night. Now I wonder why are you leaving me? I can only cry as the crumbled lies collaps on top of me.

Even the bonds of friendship Tend to wear away When faced with time And the strife of life

I miss the old dreams. Playing pretend and dreaming fantasies.