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Apr 2015
I don't know what I'm writing
All those untold stories
In my head; biting
Fighting for every inch
I'm held in a pinch
Torn between our histories
Trying to cope with the loss
All those emotions that I didn't release
Now attack me like a disease
All those memories
My soul is broken; crushed
I had rushed
To your aid when you needed me
But when I needed you, you said let it be
Now you shall see
How it felt to me
V
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