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i break the bones to pieces in my hands my clenching fingers, were you the same all along? did i just get bored? why did i push you away? i still sit plagues with questions, your actions, your intentions, why couldn't you just talk to me? was it that i just couldn't smile anymore? tired of keeping it inside so i failed at you and now i pass out every night i associate the worst things with your face and i know you're at a loss from what you threw away i just wish that you had left my innocence. even now i still wonder how you are truly concerned that you're well even though you put me through this because i see that it's better off this way when i think that it is right and i know that i'm ok.