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Dec 2015
When I look in to the mirror
all that I see,
Is every inch of me that is ugly.
How can I go through pretending to love all of you?
I am a prisoner inside,
A prisoner to your heart that I find hard to love anymore.
How you bathed me in the sweetest of your lies,
That reiled me in to your cold hands that took advantage.
You smothered me like a fish without water,
I found it hard to breathe.
Endless arguments that twisted my emotions through restless nights,
And how each day followed the same pattern of those nights.
How do you expect to untangle the knots that are left in between us?
If you even care at all
you can let me fall,
Out of the highest tree.
With the rope you hold you can hang me,
Just leave my feet dangling.
Bury me in the nearest trench,
With my face down and my *** up,
For everyone to kiss.
For I will not miss a thing.
Written by
John michalski  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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