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Some i never thought would ever hurt me,

most were her friends who i thought would alert me,

try to go back to the start, where it all began,

so i can grab myself and not allow myself to be damned,

feel like i was canned from a job i enjoy,

feel like you stayed in Italy and this is just a decoy,

but if it's a detour, consider this final,

it's now an eit, one of us had to be show spinal,

but instead of going back i fell in the end,

got to relive that last shattering text, why send

it through a message? better if you call,

i could hear the finality in your voice and not fall,

too late for it all, i hate humanity?

maybe, because of it i seem to lose all sanity,

now i'll always wear a hypethetical tux, hearts frozen,

call me the Penguin, no more hopin.