It'd be easy for me to say

"For all I care,"

she can go to hell.

For all I care,

You'd be dead.

But sarcasm isn't pertinent

In circumstances like these.

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I'd love for you to fight back,

at all of your enemies,

all of your obstacles.

I'd love to be with you,

wherever you go.

It'd be a lie if I said

I didn't care.

That connection is broken,

as am I.

For fear of other's judgments,

Misconceptions (I hide who I am).

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As my finger bleeds now,

The vermilion fluid dripping,

stinging, I care not.

Let it be infected, let me die,

Let me go to hell.

Nothing is the same without you.

This I cannot say enough:

I miss you,

More than I've ever missed anyone.

And I want you to turn back,

back to who you used to be,

Here with me.

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It didn't have to end this way:

I'm not sure if this is what you wanted.

I look back now

to all those happy days

(yet somehow, I'm not happy).

And I wonder:

Was there anything I could have done?

Never do I remember us fighting,

yet I am overwhelmed with grief.

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So many people changing,

Differencing themselves from others,

Yet I feel stuck in the middle,

caught between the past and the present.

I want you back, yet it's not in my power.

I want you back, yet I can't change

what has already been done.

I want you back.