People like to treat words like they're puddles but they're fucking tsunamis. They casually step on others just to find pleasure from seeing others suffer. They hurt even their closest ones for their monster-like greed. They love yet leave as quickly as a dream.
So tell me, how could I ever like people?
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Your words left her wondering why she was never enough. You destroyed her life, she never stopped purging, cutting all because you made her feel like she wasnt worthy for anyone.
And will you finally stop when you get a call from her parents, telling you she jumped to her death. Will you finally know how much you hurt her. Will her tear stained eyes and pleading words start to haunt you in your dreams? The girl who smiled finally died.
Are you happy now?
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You are the smell before rain
The blood in my veins.