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All Your Fault

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KoujiIsMine

Published: Aug 20, 2010

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I don't forget,
But I do forgive
So I'll forgive you
Forgive you for not talking to me,
Forgive you for not texting me,
Even forgive you for the pain you caused me
But I won't forget
I won't forget that you ignored my pleas of help
I won't forget that you left me to fend for myself,
Even when I was beaten and bruised,
Paralyzed on the floor
I won't forget that you dragged me along at your will,
Dropping me when you felt like it
I won't forget that you stole my heart from its protective cage,
And shattered it into a million pieces once more
So remember,
I may seem fine on the outside,
But inside I'm dying
And it's all your fault

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