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Let Me Rot
What's the point of you anymore?
The only thing I feel is ignored.
You don't want anything from me.
Just let me rot away in self-pity.
I'm so sick of hearing your name.
No wonder they say I'm going insane.
So what's it matter if I die today?
Would you still ignore me from my grave?
So go ahead,
Maybe you'll feel just a little bit sad,
When I'm dead.
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