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Aug 2017
how can i sit here with my heart half ripped out of my chest
it still barely beating as i'm breathing
feeling hopeless, lost & alone
having the sensation that no one will ever be there for me
i wish i could run away, start a new & happier life, but that will never be cause i'll be stuck in a prison of my own hell
lynnia hans
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lynnia hans  georgia
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