Destruction is all that's left after all is gone when theres nothing left to feel. You've taken each and every tiny micro bit of emotion from me turned it into sadness into tears and shame. Its over until the next moon, the river dried up when I realised how much you haven't cared in the past. Secretive as usual, you walk around almost as if you don't exist until the moment you're scared that its not perfect in your little world. I'm the most unperfect thing to enter your world and I hope to stay that way until the grass turns brown and disappears until your world is over and gone. When you have nothing left to say. You'll know it was me.

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