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When I think of you,
cliched as it might be,
I think of drowning
in a dark, abysmal sea.

But your love is like death,
so stinging, but so sure.
When I think of your love,
I fail to think it's pure.

And even when you kiss me,
and you tell me it's alright,
my thoughts of mutilation
always seem to take flight.

So remember this, my catastrophe.
When you finally open your heart,
the person you knew will no longer be,
and forevermore we will be apart.






Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I thought of suicide
when I thought of you.

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