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You.

My Hamlet.

You will be the death of me.

You will lead me to the waters

of my emotions and in them I

will immerse myself

and drown.

You.

My Hamlet.

You will be caught in the wake of me.

You will come home to my apartment

thinking your actions have changed

nothing and realise

I am gone.

You.

My hamlet.

You will be your own demise in the end.

You will find yourself surround by the

treachery that was sculpted by the

hands of your constant

avoidance.

You.

Poor hamlet.

You will be reminded, one day, of all your love for me.