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Aug 23
as much as you
stabbed me in the back
as much as i
slit both of my wrists
as much as you
squeezed my heart
as much as i
claimed to be alright
suppose you should know
you can't **** something
that has already died
OnLithium
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OnLithium  24/M/Somewhere
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