The things you left unsaid;

Of 365 days you could ruin,
Why today?

Of all the feelings you could fake,
Why love?

Of countless words you could say,
Why lies?

Of lists of promises you could give,
Why poisons?

And

Of so many people you could hurt,
Why me?

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