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Jan 2017
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*******, YOUR HANDS AROUND MY THROAT
TRYING TO GET ME TO CHOKE ON THE WORDS YOU WROTE
WHILE I STRUGGLE AGAINST YOUR TOUCH AND YOU GRIN KNOWING ALL I WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO LET ME IN
AND I KNOW YOUR SMILE IS FILLED WITH HATE AS YOUR ROTTEN BREATH SEEPS THROUGH YOUR TEETH
AND ALL MY FRIENDS JUST WATCH IN DISBELIEF BUT NOT IN DISBELIEF THAT YOU'RE HURTING ME
THEY JUST STARE AND WONDER WHAT I DID TO **** YOU OFF, WHY I HAD THIS COMING
I CAN FEEL MY BREATH GETTING WEAKER AND MY HEARTBEAT GETTING SLOWER AS I LOOK DEEP INTO YOUR COLD EYES IN SEARCH OF RELIEF BUT FINDING NONE
INSTEAD I'M MET BY YOUR GAZE OF STONE
AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT MY LAST WORDS WILL BE?

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Kelly Weaver
Written by
Kelly Weaver  18/norton, ma
(18/norton, ma)   
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