Warning, This contains dark suicidal themes that may be triggering to some who are struggling. Contact professional help if you feel this way don't comment about your personal feelings here.
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If I told you once, I told you twice.

only pain and sorrow will suffice.

Call it madness, or perhaps my vice.

Gambling with your fragile life.

Shall we proceed?

Roll the dice.

I warned you well, never fall in love with a man that's tragically ill.

Insanity is quite contagious you see.

Hope you were thinking of me.

Swinging there lifeless and carefree.

Blue, such a radiant hue, looking just lovely on you.

Hope you were thinking of me.

Limbs bent and pale twitching as you sway.

A Waltz to the death you may say.

you must of looked stunning as you stepped off that chair.

How alarmingly you swung suspended in air.

Eyes wide open in a panicked stare.

Your silenced tongue now purple and grey.

Nothing left to say.

Hope you were thinking of me my dear.

Hope you were thinking of me.

So queer, your death brings me no cheer.

If I told you once, I told you twice, never fall in love with a man trapped in a wicked vice.

You turned a deaf ear to my advice.

I laid you to rest under the moon this night.

Covered your body with soil just right.

What a memorable night.

Perhaps I'll join you soon.

Hope you were thinking of me, my dear.

Hope you were thinking of me.

At last you are free.

Always thinking of me.

Always thinking of me.

Just me.

𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯𓍯

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