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apologyandapathy

how can you stand there and apologize
for cheating?
how dare you look you look at me with pity
apologies mean nothing
        when my heart is lying on the ground
        broken in a thousand pieces
        bleeding from within
        the dark crimson burn
        of my soul?
your sympathy is wasted on my apathetic self
and my rage is swelling from within
        so deep and hateful
        that my soul is oozing out my ears
        and silent screams out of my mouth
        while all the light escapes me
        from my gangrene fingernails
I cannot hear nor see, smell or taste you
and my fingers will not touch ever more
it seems as though
        it appears as so
your apologies are wasted
        on my apathetic self





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