You would've been my panacea from this life. You failed to notice me; I was falling over for you. Begging you. It doesn't mean a goddamned thing anymore. I keep dreaming that you'll turn around and notice me lying on the floor. When I look up I just see those fucking sycophants surrounding you. How can you breath? I fight and I struggle and I fall. I fail. And what could possibly matter now?
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