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Feb 2016
Trading time for peace of mind
Thoughts like shards of glass
Slicing through my waking dreams
My wanting for the past.

Don't lead me down that dusty road,
The one that travels nowhere.
For when I reach that deadened end,
I know that you won't be there.

You blur your truths and slur your lies
You look at me with empty eyes
You touch me like a skeleton
This pain you cause will never end

Let me go! Set me free!
I'm sick of this reality
Where you're so high and I'm so low
But I have nowhere else to go.

I love(d) you, need(ed) you, you ke(pt)ep me safe.

I called you monster out of love
Now I say it through your hate.
Hanarchy
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Hanarchy  25/F
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   Cecil Miller, SPT and Free Bird
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