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Oh, what a night to die from rain,
To drink from dreams you thought were real.
Yet you feel so worthless,
Biting your lips until they burst blood.

Does it hurt?
Tell me.
Is the pain worth it?
Do you still think angels guide you path?

I think you forgot what is the purpose of existance.
You seem to look for mistakes in what is broken.
But have you taken the time and looked in a mirror?

I guess I've hurt you in a way.
Words must have effect then.
I hope they do.

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