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Jul 2016
I often find myself lost in my head
Deep in m thoughts hoping to get ahead
When I can't be with you, I'd rather be dead
When I can't talk to you, I dream instead
Think of these words, when youre lost in thought
Think of the smiles and laughs that I brought
This isn't my final goodbye, it is made to pass the time
So here is a poem, that poorly rhymes
And hold on to the image that we've made
Please stay away from that blade
Hold on for me, cause I'll be home
I promise you, you aren't alone.
Written by
The Truth  Las Vegas, Nevada
(Las Vegas, Nevada)   
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   Jurtin Albine
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