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Jun 2015
I laid lifeless on my white sheets.
My head spinning, dancing to a beat.
I stare at the ceiling of darkness, completely black.
Wondering how my life got so out of whack.
My lungs heavy from so much smoke.
Re-playing the promises you once spoke.
I don't want to be alone, so please, I beg.
Pick up the phone.
Eva D
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   Marissa Kay and saed
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