Cute Boy
it wouldn't bother me much if you were dead.
You said that four months in you got paranoid, so you took it out on their bodies and on my sanity, and I was deteriorating like a bloodied victim buried alive, a target of circumstance and adolescent stupidity, and I didn't even know. You were always good like that.
I was choking to death and I didn't even know.
Your hands were around my neck and I didn't even know.
I fought for air, struggled and suffocated beneath the dirt. I clawed at their eyes, ripped your skin from the bones as we blamed each other for the warzone.
I guess I just couldn't resist that red hair.
I was choking to death and I didn't even know.
Your hands were around my neck and I didn't even know.
I fought for air, struggled and suffocated beneath the dirt. I clawed at their eyes, ripped your skin from the bones as we blamed each other for the warzone.
I guess I just couldn't resist that red hair.
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blah, wrote this in a hurry.