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[foreverandayear]

The blood
From the stab
Still drips
Down my back.

The salty tears
Of loneliness
Still wet on my
Pale face.

The pain you caused
Me
So many times
Still stings my soul.

But we haven't
Talked in years
So, how can you
Still hurt me?

How can you
cause me
so much
pain?

I used to think
I was pathetic
For still feeling hurt
By you.

Then I realized
You were pathetic
For still trying
To make me hurt.