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im so good at pretending
i sever relationships like a hot knife through butter
tho i pretend i didnt
i blame you
the other
im the knife that slid through the butter
now i receid
i leave you here full of steam
relentlessly i dissapear into the shadows of what will never be
you and me
never to be a friend
never to be a love to me
i dissapear and vanish
into the depths of me