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and i know
i should not
miss you
like that
but i can't help
but wonder
if i were to change
my cigarettes,
would they bring back
your taste in my mouth
whenever we kissed?
  Nov 2014 unwanted bastard child
there's nothing beautifully
tragic about wanting to slit
your wrist open and drown
in your own blood
there's no one to wipe away
your tears and sing you a
lullaby while you fall asleep
in their arms
there's not going to be some
sort of miracle person that
will burst into your life and
take away all of the tragedy
and pain
you have to do it yourself
you have to pick yourself up
brush off your knees
save yourself

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