Blood runs down my lips again. The crimson red has stained your mind right in front of me. You look for me, but I’m already gone. There’s nothing left to say, there’s just nothing left to do. You broke my conscience the day you said, ‘I hate you’. I remember it clearly, I really do. You violently tell me you never said those things. Your cold eyes tell me the truth, while your lips sin all day long. I can no longer listen to anything you say. My hearing is gone. The loud sharp noises of your voice stabbing at my ears, telling me to leave, telling me it’s over. Why don’t you just say it? Why can’t you just admit that it was all a lie from the very beginning when the moon came to be? The crimson red drips all over my hand. Listen to me when I say, “don’t ever look for me again”.      8964 copyright protection553ＰＥＮＡＮＡfmIqQgiGmh 維尼

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