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Sep 2016
All these mixed emotions cascading down my face.
Her fears turned into my tears.
Like a rose bud, bitter and sweet,
And such a painful thing to meet.
She was my drug, but I eventually overdosed.
Though I never gave her the thought of a proposal.
She used to stand to me to tall.
But she led me to a painful, long fall.
She was my power
But as all things do, it got too sour.
She was waiting for something to devour us.
There was a fault in our stars.
She made me feel like I was isolated, living on mars.
This wedding band meant nothing.
When it was supposed to mean something.
I’m surrounded in the thoughts of what we used to be.
You meant everything to me.
my work of yesterday
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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