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I miss you FuckFace


So much has happened since you left me alone here

You were the one fucking thing i held dear

When you left me here i changed alot

Way more than you could have ever thought

You were my everything FuckFace you made me feel again

Now all your hard work will be in vain

I chuckle at the thought of how you helped me

You were the onlu one who finally answered my most desperate plea

But when you did that stupid shit you told me not to do 

Never thought that our simple connection as friends could have a major breakthrough

You left me here to suffer when you killed yourself and never said goodbye

Never knowing when you took you own life that it would be me to also die

I cried tears so genuine so salty leaving raw emotion plastered on my face

Why would you leave me here with this awful race

Never told me why you had to die why the good ones have to go

Maybe because you knew if you did i would have told you no

Well guess fucking what you see how fucking twisted i have become???!!!

Without you to be here to help me through my got damn insanity the times i felt false love the same times i felt dumb

You didnt think of that did you that was your problem you were so damn selfish 

What did ending you own life accomplish

Nothing you hurt me the most, othres may have forgotten

After you left i became so fucking bitter my insides turned rotten

When you died i blamed myselfi cut myself did whatever it took to get an adrenaline rush 

Using anything to distract myself from you i gave up on boys i didnt want a crush

Even did the things you liked for me to do like dance or sing

I would sing for long hours reliving all the pain just for you even when my eyes began to sting

Though i have cried plenty tears still plenty more have gone unshed 

Only because i kept telling myself that if i kept you in my heart you were never truly dead

Some days i close my eyes and think of you

Other days i hold back the tears because it was your choice to choose 

Wondering what it would be like if you stopped yourself and didnt go through because it sometimes feel like you left without a trace

But just so you know i miss you FuckFace

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