nobody wants a bowl of soup anymore

It's the fever that haunts me in the darkest of the night.
Funny - it would be if I enjoyed it.
But is it not a common idea that regret is so full or torment?
I can cry for the sun and laugh at your cruelty - oh how that vexes me!
Its not a shame - merely a question to be answered.
Not even looking at me but I know what its thinking:
What did you do?
What did you say?

I could never be that special one that didn't get hurt.
Why resist such a temptation?

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Remain omniscient - if ever possible.
Love will paint over your perception.