You’ve become a narcissist.
I’m now a pessimist.
I couldn’t help you get there,
But at least I tried.
After your silent reject
I broke my hourglass
That counted down the days of -
Loneliness, it isn’t so bad after all.
(it’s not worth it anyway.)
You keep touching all the broken glass
That’s lying behind my path (where I’m done treading)
And you’re trying to put the pieces together
But it’s not you who get wounds of the cutting edges
It’s my hands that bleed, because of your curiosity.
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