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I did everything in every miniscule, microscopic way,

because you didn't give a shit if I lived or died,

one point of my life,

and I was dying - just so you know, I'll tell you now -

but you didn't care and stopped chasing me when I

scraped inwards, so I 

promised you my life that didn't seem worth living,

at the time,

not that it would've even mattered to you

for you were too busy knowing you had won,

and that was all you cared about.

Get back at me for

telling you what is right,

by telling me what is wrong - "You are wrong."

wrong, dirty, sinner, I am a sinner, and that is 

why I find many ways to 

believe my falling in love with you is

right;

because you are not willing to.

You make it hard for me to believe it 

when - after you leave me to rot - you 

say you care

because you want some loving (?)

because you couldn't find another reason to

create a scene (?)

and it's vivid, one point in my life where I can

remember your foot on my body, saying

"I don't care if you're sorry." 

because you didn't give a shit if I lived or died

because you cared about your hurt, your pain, your self.

So I just stop feeling sorry and I'd rather take a dive

in.