And yet again, that sinking feeling. Slowly dropping to the pit of my stomach. I could vomit. A glimpse of a photo and I'm done. I can't be her. In fact, I do not want to. There is no way I can be what she is to you, because I am too much like you. I can only be me. Which is strange - if only she knew, what we used to be.
So cut my wrists and black my eyes
So I can fall asleep tonight, or die,
Because you kill me.
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