17 of 30: Daggers
It's hard to imagine
How we have come to this
How once was the one
I admire
Now I seem to deplore
You stood there and spoke
Naively
Thinking it's okay
To still cling to me
I'd rather have you say
That you no longer
Feel the same
Than sit here and listen
As you speak
All the while you watch me bleed
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