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apathy is harder than it looks
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11.5.03
I threw a rock at the sun;
it only shattered on the floor.
I left you flowers at your house.
Today they whither by your door.
My hopes dashed, my eyes downed,
I found no shoulder on which to cry.
I wished for help I wished for hope
Without you I wish to die.
Burning eyes with tears of hate,
for all that you have done to me.
I curse the day I fell in love,
I fell in two, I fell from thee.
13:17
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