Literature
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The burning touch of icy water washes it away
I turn the water off and my head begins to sway
I scream but do not notice, throw up but do not care
There's nothing here to lean on, my rocks no longer there
I'm guilty and regretful, yet angry and detached
I can barely come to terms that from me you were snatched
Let alone that I'm the one...that I-I'm the one w-who
The one who stole the life from you
Your warm blood seems to stain me, the water didn't work
What was I supposed to do you freaking went berserk
Half open eyes that stare at me, a lump with milky skin
I loved you but I also knew the monster who lived within
You weren't a brewing psyc
