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To the point where tears greet me
IP:
A poem I wrote a month ago almost...
Lying in my bed of nails
A place where my heart crys
"Not he!", "Not him!"
Oh, the depression ruins me
To the point where tears greet me
I've awaken alone, without she
My missing piece, the one I grieve
The thought of her with him
Makes me think of ways to begin
She's left me alone
To the point where tears greet me
I'm still here, still lying, still thinking
How many times she needs to find the clue
That I am the one and he is no good for you
Now I lay, lay in not what it used to be
But in a pool of mine own blood
Thinking of you again
To the point where death has already greeted me
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