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Mar 2012
I can’t do this anymore,
I’m checking in.
They say my minds broken,
And my heart too thin.

You’ve been poisoned kind sir,
You can no longer love.
It’d be better to disregard,
Whoever your thinking of.

But there’s a knot in my chest,
And it’s eating me alive.
Well your heart’s too unstable,
You shouldn’t even try.

Wait till these kick in,
You won’t feel a thing.
Four doses of this medicine,
And you’ll hear your voice ring.
Blake Howard
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