I can't stand this.
My mind is so conflicting
With every word I read.
Why does it still hurt,
When you say you're glad you left me?
Why do I feel dead,
When you said you did the right thing?
Your words still have the power to kill,
But you don't mind seeing me die.
As long as you're now watching me,
You know that you will.
You were once a gentle giant,
You were so sweet.
Now every time we talk,
All you do is kill me.
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