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Jun 2015
my chest..
my poor little constricted chest

i cant breathe
i need to leave
if only you'd believe
irrationally conceived

broken, torments the deeds
seized the day, current dismay

there's no telling what it portrayed
if only you stayed

tend to my wounds
Written by
Cass Guerrero
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