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A remedy it was, erased my suffering alas. Poison it became, burnt me with an undying flame. A drug it was, as it cured the pain across. A disease it became, as misery was it's last name. Crazy I was, as it was my breath's  first cause. Stupid I became, gave me nothing but a face I hung with shame. Refuge ,you were, the only one I held on so dear. Prison you became, trapped in a world I cannot name. Life it was, gave me all that I ever asked. Death it became, guess I don't have anybody but myself to blame.
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Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
The Truth About Love
A remedy it was, erased my suffering alas. Poison it became, burnt me with an undying flame. A drug it was, as it cured the pain across. A disease it became, as misery was it's last name. Crazy I was, as it was my breath's  first cause. Stupid I became, gave me nothing but a face I hung with shame. Refuge ,you were, the only one I held on so dear. Prison you became, trapped in a world I cannot name. Life it was, gave me all that I ever asked. Death it became, guess I don't have anybody but myself to blame.
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Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 3:59 AM UTC
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