I feel it only fair that I should share with you, some unfortunate bits of news
Unfortunate for you.
It only appeared selfishly cruel
Bc I saw the empty place where I once loved you and in purest truth
And bc the selfishly cruel is all that's left
Of the empty shell that is you.
And I can see it all now
Clear in your vast remaining days you'll waste containing not a remnant of your youth,
You will call out in grief,
Over and again
And always only for me
But I will never come to you.

And you will remember me always without ceasing, in a clearly vast array of painful memory, myriad in your mind, which conjures me alone.
And you dismay.
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