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Nov 2011
Awake.
And then I was there
Back in the real world
With no one left to see
Or any stories yet to be told.
I was a lost soul again
Wondering about, wandering about
I would love to take off again
To seek her out in this wicked land
But I want to go back to my old life
When I knew nothing of her
And the evils behind those green eyes
Oh how I despise
This new ******* life
Without innocence
And a brand new sense
The sense to look in, get in
Love long and destroy
That's my pitiful story
To take on your burdens
And swim through the oceans
That my mind can't seem to swallow
I just want to follow you down
But it gets me so down,
Now I see that...
I want to go back to my young life.
With my naΓ―ve eyes closing
When the world says to lie.
I will still live, when the world says die.
I will continue to swim, with the worst things in life
Wrapping around my neck.
They are ripping up my shoulders
And drinking my blood through a straw.
Andrew McElroy
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Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
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