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I mask my betrayal

my feelings of cruelty

A though and stoic mask

covers the me that isn’t enough to wash away

all the traces of you.

Here I am, alone, covered in red.

There is no other way to say it than

I wish I were dead.

It’s better for you to be alive

because you gave me a reason to live.

You were the inspiration for my happiness to revive.

Now that you’re done with me and moving on as I can see

It’s time to give someone else all the happiness you gave to me