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Just look at us now

We are getting old

Don’t you just get tired of it all?

Your fire has gone cold

The little girl you ceased to love

Has long been gone

You crush her mind

You crush her heart

You will never crush

Her soul. — That claim as mine.

Stop embracing me with your pungent stench

Stop making me destroy everything I have built

My power, my strength, my lust for life

You won’t have it, you won’t burn it

No longer, for it’s only mine

Tonight there is no pity for you

No understanding, no demanding, no reassembling, no commanding

I have had enough of it. I am fucking sick of it

Sick of your games. Fed up with your death

There’ll be no roses

There never were

Not even at your grave

Nobody took care

I just want closure

I just want closure — you didn’t care

Papa, stop embracing me with your pungent stench

Papa, please stop chasing me, Papa let it end

I’m sick of being alive

Sick of being the one who survived

Yes, I left, and there is no regret.