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A forecast of pain as you walk away
My heart has already begun to disobey
It beats so slowly; weaker breaths
Surely I'll die; these things end in deaths
You get further, further each step you take
My eyes are see through, no longer opaque
My stitched up heart, beginning to unbind
My mind going pitch black, seemingly blind
My lips droop to an unwanted frown
My tears leak non-stop; soon I'll drown
And I've gone deaf; my ears no longer hear
Your memory is nothing but a souvenir
In a few brief seconds that you've been gone
Oh, the pain of your blasted sharp thorn!!
The prick drew blood in a matter of moments
You hurt me easily, when I had no defenses
This torn heart shatters ever-so-slowly
The sharp pain comes, stabbing, wholly
Bruises appear invisible to your eyes
The underlying insecurities suddenly arise
You fade into a shadow in the faraway distance
The only reality of your entire existence
Altering into just a figment of my imagination
No longer have you, my sweet drug; deprivation
Stepped from my view, now I grip at my chest
Aching, stabbing pains cascading under my dress
I collapse. I lay shaking. Eyes roll back in my head,
The time has come. Hope you're happy. I am dead.
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