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James Thomas Jan 2014
As my last cigarette burns faster then normal
I space out
my legs shake
As if I've fell asleep i see your face it burns
like smoke in my eyes that keep me awake
And now I'm used to never sleeping,
Go to school and feel so weak from
all the milk i had to steal from
neighbors so I could eat cuz I was starving.
My bones ache from the cold feeling you left me....when you left these Roaches I call emotions crawling around my room clouding my focus
I could drown them in flowers mixed with powerful potions.
They say it wont solve all my problems but i'm just hoping.

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