You are all I could think of
Even when I think of dying, you are all I could think of
Every day and every night
Because of you, I could not sleep tight
I am always thinking,
Maybe I should tell you
So I could get this over with
And maybe I could move on, too
Should I really?
Is there nothing to lose?
Why could I not say it?
Why could I not confess?
Oh crap
I remember
You already know
What the fuck am I going on about here
It seems like a messenger sent it
without any of my knowledge
without any of my consent
and now my world is falling
Actually, no,
No it is not
It is great when someone else could tell you
When I, myself, could not
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