Fucking idiots. I was trying to understand, to accept.
But you.. the both of you...
All of you...
Is it fun for you to see me like this?
For how long should I remain silent until I scream out foul?
Know that we'll never be the same.
Know that you tore my heart out and burned it.
Know that you'll be the cause of rage and depression.
Cuz if you have an ounce of guilt left in you
I want it to grow and make you suffer.
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