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Oct 2015
You left me here to rot
From my insides to the outside.
My lungs are growing thin,
Decaying with every cigarette
I now smoke
Alone.
Two AM,
You came to me with tired eyes
To pick up the broken pieces he left you with
After he made love to another girl.
It is now 3 AM
And the blood is on my hands
And you turn your back against me.
Meghan Marie
Written by
Meghan Marie  CIncinnati, Ohio
(CIncinnati, Ohio)   
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