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when I couldn't sleep, couldn't relief even lie down, couldn't even spend a single second without seeing your soft face turned up to his, glazed in the eyes and in relief love, obviously in love, (Oh my God, you were fucking in love with him?); and I called your house and you relief answered before your mother could hear the phone, because you were waiting for him to call you and not your ex-, not me: You should have known by the tone of my voice that I was more than just a wreck, that "suicidal" doesn't seem to adequately describe what it feels like to want to pull out your own guts and heart with a coat hangar, just so they'll stop burning and you can be done with it, this stupid life. But when I croaked, "Charlotte, I love you," you didn't listen. You hung up. Verse Two: Yew PLED DEYD, but ya nevER BLEYD, unSTED YA LAY STEEL in tha GRAYSS ahll CULLED-UP 'n' HIH-ssunnnnnnn.
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