WHY. CAN'T. I. WRITE.
you cried the notes that the world all heard.
you went insane with their air,
her aesthetic,
your hate.
my ache is a goldmine;
i glitter 'round your fingers,
i shine in her eyes.
and it's killing you,
but you're killing me,
and i'm killing her if she harms you much more.
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