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Why can't you just leave ?
Why do you take your time,
I really won't grieve.

Your presence is toxic,
You make me feel sick

You spoilt my Christmas Eve
And new year too,
Why can't you just leave?

Why do you laugh shamelessly,
When I tell you , that you live aimlessly.

You still latch on to me
And suck all the happiness away
You've erased all my dreams and
All the things I thought I could be.
You threw away the keys.

You thought making me a loser
Would make you a winner.
But it didn't make you any better.

Why can't you just leave?
Why do you wait for me to throw you away,
And burn you ruthlessly.
All you have showed me was how quickly you can dig your grave,
Your one of those memories,
I won't save
By
thelazywriter.

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