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Aug 2016
she is gone
These thoughts run marathons through my head.
My head is against the wall
I feel the cold touch of it
Somewhat comforting to me.
I miss her
But i dont
My foot begins to tap
The house is so quiet, that it echoes.
She was so demanding
So controlling,
But
She was all i had.
But yet when i was with her
I felt like a martyr for love.
I believed it *could
get better
But in the end
We reached an end
I feel so alone.
My friends tell me
your a guy.
Go get another ***
So what?!?!
Dont get attatched, just **** the *****

But i know that i love for love,
not ***
Amd i miss her
She was like a drug
I was addicted
But she was killing me inside.
So today i reside
Alone.
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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