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I lay in this little wooden  box now, sleeping as the put me in the ground.  Why didn’t you just do it? You could have done it twice.  Why didn’t you? You had the knife. Just run it through my heart when you spoke of the things you had done, just run it through and let it be done. Even after I forgive you for what you had done you ran after that thought nothing was wrong. Ran from me twice like I was Lucifer himself trying to take your soul, why? I never did anything wrong. The pain in my heart just growing too strong. I try to let it go, but it never has gone. I have to let it out but every way is wrong. Now the pain is far to grate how can I hold and hide so much hate. Time for me to let it go, there is nothing else but the dark and the cold. Closing my eyes as the blade slips in deep piercing my heart that was yours to keep, I let go of all my pain and smile as the light  begins to fade, slipping into and endless night there is nothing more that I needed to hide. But now I sleep in this wooden box, thinking as the cover my bed with dirt, covering my little box.