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Relief

I'm nice and high- so ready to fall then fall apart, Smoke so much that I don't have to feel my aching heart, Trying to ignore the sirens, ignore the noise, and ignore the gong, Till finally nothing feels wrong.

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carl-marmleson

American

Published: Feb 12, 2012
LinesWords: 440

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