Eve

The night I died, you brought about God.

"Whyyy?"

The night before, you hated my guts.

The day before, you said you wish I were dead and now I am.

Don't you regret some of the things you say?

Doesn't it hurt when you say things you don't mean and then the next day, the person is gone?

Dead.

I killed myself because of you.

Your words murdered me and I bet you don't even know.

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