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Oct 2015
You're like a math problem with no solution,
A cigarette with no end.
An addiction I can't get rid off,
Like ******.
I wish I could fix the damage I've done,
But there's no solution to my problem.
I've caused my own heartbreak,
Now I have to watch you walk away.
Written by
LetTheOceanTakeMe  Henderson
   Martina and theunrealist
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