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As I sit here,

Inhaling the toxins,

That will eventually become the death of me.

I can only think of you.

You keep going back to her.

How stupid can you be?

You are nothing,

And never will be anything to her.

Please get that through your head.

The cold is seeping through my skin into my blood.

But I will take it just to get my feelings out.

The smoke is blinding me,

And you’re blinded by her.

My face is covered with black streaks.

But I will deal with the embarrassment,

Because you mean more to me than myself.

I am slowly killing myself because I care too much.

So you go back to her.

I will just go back to black.