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Darkened Thoughts
I'd rather die than be with you.
You're leaving me all alone and confused.
Slice my wrists and watch them bleed,
Watch it bloom into a seed.
A flower of love so ugly to bear,
Pick it, prune it—I don't care.
One by one the petals fall off,
Until there's nothing left to show off.
An ugly girl who’s such a mess,
Whose heart is full of distress.
No one cares; they say she’s full of hate,
She’ll never again find a new mate.
To help her bloom into a rose,
A prized possession to be shown.
