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Nov 2011
The scent of you is like a fall into pain.
Memories flood my mind in a rush of sweet rain
The future is bright because I've learned so much
But her skin is still flawless to every single touch.
Death I have conquered and alive I am still
Except now I'm scarred and controlled by will.
Begging in the street isn't my choice any more.
What you did to me shook me straight to the core...
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