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Apr 22
Gone I Am
I said I’d stop,
but silence felt safer than truth.
Lit it up just to let you go,
watched the hurt fade with the smoke.
One breath,
then none.
Now you’re gone—
or maybe I am.
Written by
Breann
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     Mary Huxley, Simon Bridges, ab ja na, The Wilted Witch, Soulless and 1 other
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