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Sep 2015
I'm sorry for the things I've done and for the things I couldn't do better for the nights I sat alone with my thoughts on my shoulders and my heart in my palm just starring at the world pass try to get away from the pain and forget about the past yet my mind runs on the memories that I could never forget and that we'll never be forgotten as every night my lungs fell of smoke and my blood runs in alcohol and my thoughts vanish and I forget about what makes me who I am so I'm not who I am, I'm who I would like to be with A broken heart that I put together with pieces of hearts I made with lies and the reflection of a lost soul that we'll set alone until the ripper comes for me.
EddieCortez
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