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He's there,

Digging a grave and filling it with hearts,

This boy I used know.

Intense madness,

I'm hitting the trees, and bouncing off walls,

For this boy I used to kiss.

I cry,

Because his glance hits me, but fades away,

This boy who ruined my life.

Eternal suffering,

Screaming at the walls 'cause they're the only ones listening,

This boy I used to love, and never spoke to.