A) i write a poem confessing my complete inadequacies and unworthiness... how undeserving i am... so that i might choke and expire upon the altar of my selfishness...
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, entwined are we.
the understanding for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
swallowed by my madness.
all hope must sicken and die.
your heart desires me no more.
how could i tear us asunder?
shadows surround us, crying,
save us from myself.
Q) what would you do if you had to live with a cheerleader? school spirit *shudders*
it is not that i don't love...
it is that i won't care...
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