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Jul 2015
Binge on the idea of revenge against someone you'll never see again
You never gave them a reason to stay now they're far away
Now your only companion is the dark figure the sun puts behind you
Shake your fist to the sky because you want to die
Blame everything that's around because you're on your own
The nights will be as dark as your vision
You went along with the motion until you had no chance for redemption
But you'll never change
You'll wait for someone to be your bandage so you can rip them off and wonder why you feel abandoned
Ovid
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Ovid  Virginia
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