It's Dead

You cry about it,
I shall no longer,
You cannot accept your mistakes,
I've moved on.
You've experienced a life so tragic it sets you apart,
You're wrong.

You too are just another,
This is reality,
As we slowly kill each other.

by Lily Espinosa

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