Sylvia

Picturing my own death in my mind, I fall asleep on my own, lonely and miserable.

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I dreamt... that within this honest heart of mine... tears began to fall in this colorful world as it fades to nothing but gray. The sounds of the broken playground echoes endlessly around in my head as they are shattered to pieces... as I kept on crying until the only sensation I could feel is my own bleeding heart.

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I never wanted this. I don't want this. I hate this.

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To me, nobody can replace you. Nobody could care for me more than you.

No one can heal my heart except you. This life of mine can't exist without you.

After all... The vibrant and beautiful colors that you drew onto this blank world's canvas are the ones that washed away in my eyes... but yet...

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To you, nobody can replace me. Nobody could hate you more than me.

No one can break your heart except me. Yet, that life of yours can exist without me.

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To save myself, and you from your accursed fate, I will change the past if I must.

To the one thing I will promise to you: I will end my own worthless life that you have given to me and put an end to your misery by erasing your past... mother.

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So the both of us can simply never exist. So that our suffering... can finally end...

                                                                                                                    ...or will it?