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"I'm not gay just British~."
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Bakura was sitting in a local cafe near the apartment that he lived in. He sat alone with his cup of tea and some cream puffs. He was enjoying his breakfast in silent as he sat in front of the cafe outside on one of the seats under a sun umbrella near the lovely pots of flowers. Things have been fairly quite so far today that could only mean on of two things; one today was going to be a good day or two today was all quite since something bad or horrible was bond to happen.
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Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?
Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out,
"Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?"
And if I bleed, I'll bleed,
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
I'll wake without you there,
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...