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Dark Poetry I ask myself why I stay.
I love you more than these words could say.
But apparently you don’t feel the same.
You’ve made that more than clear today.
You don’t trust me and hate who I am.
And I hate the place that I currently stand.
Hating every word that was said
and vaguely wishing I was dead.
But I won’t give you the satisfaction
of that grotesque and bloody reaction.
I’ve come to realize who you are
and it’s just not someone worth dying for.
