FAREWELL NVTE

CVLD BLVVDED

I HOPE YOU FIND MY FAREWELL NOTE, AND LEAVE ME ALONE, MY HEART IS WITHERED FROM YOUR ROT, IT DOESN'T 'CCEPT YOUR LOVE, I DON'T WANNA FIND YOU IN A POOL OF BLOOD, WHERE YOUR BODY'LL BE ALL RED AND COLD, I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU BUT I'M DYING WHEN I'M 'ROUND YOU Know it's not your, not your fault, I want us to be happy that is all, Perhaps you'll think that I've no balls, But it won't matter anymore, I'm writing this to you so that you know, That I didn't disappear because of you, Naturally there was a reason for this and it's because I love you, I love you, I didn't dissapear because of you... It's because I love you... I would glad to devote my life, But it looks like we're two parallel lines, WE'RE NOT COMPATIBLE, I'M SO SORRY TO ADMIT IT, I WOULD LIKE TO BE WITH YOU, BUT THIS IS HOW I'M KILLING YOU... And myself...

2021-05-16 15:13:10

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