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I couldn't help myself from stealing away

this wonderful night of ours.

A night suppose to be filled with love and content,

Ended in poisonous screams.

I see your face become swallowed slowly by shades

of darkness as you walk away from me into

the night

I couldn't help myself,

From creating this tragedy.

While my pride turns to guilt.

Guilt that has started weighing on my chest

like an elephant.

My mind ponders with the though of if this is really worth it.

Letting you go home with my final words puncturing your

mind like small knives over and over.

I know you're thinking about it.

Because I am too.

It's hard to believe that this my own creation.

This night, my beautiful disaster.

All because I assumed it was him who called your phone.