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Eve
The night I died, you brought about God.
"Whyyy?"
The night before, you hated my guts.
The day before, you said you wish I were dead and now I am.
Don't you regret some of the things you say?
Doesn't it hurt when you say things you don't mean and then the next day, the person is gone?
Dead.
I killed myself because of you.
Your words murdered me and I bet you don't even know.
