Why, why do I so annoy you, you know I do it’s true. Each time I open my my mouth these days I seem to drive you mad in so many ways.
We no longer get along what was once so right now seems all so wrong. We used to think we could sort all things out. No, not now I scream, you shout.
There is a growing voice inside my head repeating , repeating that love is dead. Life is now all about shadows and masks. Hiding the truth from all even ourselves, what a farce.
I am no longer sad I am just resigned after all of these years I should no longer mind. But I do, I do I really do.
Why do the icy cold cold fingers of fate search out our flaws and , quietly, evilly pour in hate. Which slowly poisons and spoils what we had , it is no good for us any more. That is so sad.
Hot tears of frustration burn my face I try in vain to make amends , no point point what a sad disgrace.
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