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salpsan:

I’ll classify every word out of your lips as a lie until you’re lying beneath the dirt and the soil, hailed as the queen of deceivers and cheats.

I hope your breathing doesn’t come easy. I pray to God I’m all you dream. I hope you feel my touch, hear my voice, taste my lips with every sip of noise. Save your tears. Don’t apologize. All you’ll hear is “goodbye” until you’re a memory.

You’ve got more guts to churn, an eternity to burn. You’re about as innocent as cancer. I’m down and out for now, but until the day you die, I will haunt your dreams.