imagine that
a year
twelve months of....nothing.
and if you don't know, then
you never meant anything
you weren't worth any of it
not one single smile
or a tear
not a bloody caress
and the understanding that came
with mutual love of razorblades
death, rebirth, wanting to
die so badly that we lived...
no, if you do not read this
if you do not understand
then it was never worth it
everything was lies, pure
nicotine to keep me holding
onto your useless breath.
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