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  It's almost like a test

  To prove that you were right

  That in the end I'll hate you

  But I can feel your hands

  Crushing my ribs apart

  Feeling my flesh fold warm

  As you try to grab my heart

  It's all a brutal fight

  To prove who hurts the most

  But nothing matters less

  Here, panting in the dark

  The bruised knucles are yours

  The footprints made of blood

  Our blood always entwined

  And as mazes unfold

  I watch the fading ghost

  Your words, your care, your arms

  I too can smell your breath

  Still now, even apart

  I'll never hate your eyes

  They're kinder than your heart

  Your gaze upon my own

  Even if not as sweet

  And I can't call you friend

  Can't call you anymore

  I cannot talk to you

  I wish I'd fade right now

  I wish I really could

  And soon be dead and gone

  For you to see me anew

  In the empty shape of me

  I leave behind to you