Only One Thing, by Convalescence Subscribe to rss feed for <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font>

I always think of what happened for you and me.
If it hadn't, maybe this isn't who I would be.
You and I are so very different, you know.
I loved you for our likenesses, but your evil didn't show.
I wish you would have known better than you did.
You were my best friend, but that's gone, and now we have
this.
I don't wish that things were any different from now.
If they were I wouldn't be here, I don't doubt.
So, now, I want to thank you for the pain you've caused in
me.
Because of all this pain, I am here, and I am free.
Thank you so much.  I can only curse one thing.
I have taken a part of you, but this I didn't mean.
Dear sir, I curse you for one simple, fatal thing.
I only curse you for your hate instilled in me.
Posted: 2010-05-20 12:45:44 UTC

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