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Jan 2017
Hate rolls off your tongue
In the same formation
As blood drips down my wrist
My lungs are collapsing
Due to the list of disappointments
You piled on me like bricks
I am alive
But I wish I wasn't

I wish I wasn't.
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cf  Ontario, Canada
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