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Dec 2016
"Smothered Love"

Don't make me any more promises from ur mouth of swellingΒ  lies. Go ahead and say u hate me more and dry those fake tears from ur eye's.

Talk to ur ****** men when I'm away or my back is turned. And show me all that sluty deceit of being a ***** that u have learn.

Watch me as I get eaten by my sickness to a weakness of no coming back. As the sore and wounds forget to heal and my strength becomes slack.

Look in my dying eyes as I lay upon my long awaited death bed. Smother the air slowly out of me with a pillow u hold and pushed tightly around both sides of my head.

Watch me as I die the death that I dreamed and spoke of for so long. Then rejoice in ur laughter as my last breath is cruely and painfully pushed away with a weak *** grone.

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Written by
Tony Mills  Cedartown, GA
(Cedartown, GA)   
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