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Jan 2016
The days are dark and the nights so **** long, where the hell did I go wrong, this temptation is so far beyond strong, but that life will be the death of me, gave it so much but I swore it wouldn't take the rest of me, wouldn't you know I gave you what was left of me, you were my heart the breath of me, but I guess that just wasn't meant to be, I guess you'll look back and realize what you meant to me, all these thoughts are breaking me down mentally, it was a cold November night the first time I met death, after that I started abusing each and every breath, I only did it because I didn't know how much time I had left, and when it comes to heartache I just can't cope like most do, doing things I know I'm not supposed to, I just can't explain how it feels losing someone you're close to, looking in the mirror I can't believe what I see, surely this isn't me, it just can't be, what happened to the bright blue eyes that I used to see, now they are dull grey and empty, a tortured soul yearning to be free,
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tonymac2113  Ohio
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