Hatred born of a song.

[awwlie]

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If there was furniture left to throw at these accursed walls, I'd throw them too. These walls laugh at me, just like she did.  She knew-- I offered her my hand, my wisdom. Yet, she chose to fight. Ha  - Ha.... I suppose,  I failed again. -- Every moment,  I betrayed my own will, my senses.
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You'll help them, you said..
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Ha - Ha...
Of course you will... - You're just a saint, white in colors: No imperfections.
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You know better than I do, don't  you. These whispers, marks of my sacrifices aren't real, they are just bruises on a doll to you.

AAAH!

Why!? WHY!?

I just want you to DIE, WITHER. WHY DO I EVEN THINK ABOUT YOU? 
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Just die.

Be forgotten..

You're not worthwhile.

My tears are already flowing.. why, why.. - I don't even understand..