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Dec 2016
Letters to the dead
Are just letters in my head
All those things I wanted to say
But instead were tucked away
Everything I dreamt for us
Except now it's all just dust
Things I always wished for
But now they're all locked doors

It was so sudden, just out of space
It was so horrid, just a slap right in my face
I can't believe you'd abandon me
You set just yourself free
You never left me guidelines
Simply left me our highlights
I thought and thought and thought
But it's only an empty slought


I examined the plastic bottle, inside and out
It sent me throwing it at the wall, making me shout
I have every **** right to be this mad at you
I need someone to go to but now I don't know who
I know that I am spiraling, I feel it in my blood
I can't think anymore, my brain's just filled with mud
If only you hadn't overdosed.. If only you would have stayed...
Maybe we would have been found together in the very best of ways...
I found myself writing this in class because of personal reasons..
Written by
WolfiesGhost  Norfolk, Nebraska
(Norfolk, Nebraska)   
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   NV, Glass and Eric Martin
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