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I closed my eyes, tears stained my skin.
Why?
What else is there.
You know it destroyed me.
You knew it would happen.
What? No warning? No call?
I'm tired of this.
Anything new?
Go die, you pitiful whore.
Haha, I'm a virgin, you hypocrite.
My screams flowed through the air, Stop it.
Why?
We feel so happy, fighting each other.
Or should we say, ourselves.
My laughs echoed, but they weren't ones of happiness or had an ounce of sanity.
Bicker, bicker, bicker. Anything else?
Of course, go back. Look at the people who gave you your gifts.
But your mind was the price.
Who cares about it, it's not like anyone even considered it a reality.
I missed you, here have this. It wasn't any worth to me anyway.
Haha, you? I can find trash worth much more.
Of course, I'm not even supposed to be here.
Stop it, it's driving me across my limits.
No, this feeling is to die for.
Plus, we know what you did. You killed yourself, to be reborn.
Who's "we"?
Your demons, of course.
Who else? The Angels? They're history.
I smiled, if my angels were here...I wouldn't be so weak. Makes sense, right?!
But my rebirth was a miscarriage.
Wow, low self-esteem alert.
Haha, she's been worse....her misery was sweeter than dessert.
I'm glad that I went through that, it got rid of my infamous value.
What value, again?
More like "infamous ego".
I cracked, as if I had any more substance left to crack. The tears flowed...they turned red.
Even I bleed, but where is he?
Far away, enjoying you're absence.
Flirting.
I suddenly like the taste of my blood.
Oh, pain addict much?
Where is your limit anyway?
Oh that? We speed past it a long time ago.
Grrr, hate it when go with the flow.
Wtfh, there is no flow!
Stop bickering, even though it gives me a sense of life within me.
What life? You were thrown away like a dirty diaper LONG ago.
So true, no one wanted to clean up the mess.
No one wanted to even touch my blood, I feel.
Feel....such meaning.
Speaking of feel, what did you feel when you found someone and they gave up?
Sadness.
Hehe, I loved that feeling....such zing to the flavor.
What did you feel when the same thing happened, over and over. With different people?
Sadness.
Is that the only feeling you have?
It is the only thing left of me, the only thing they missed.
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You really died, didn't you?
Yes.
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