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Jun 2017
My heart once held a place for you
But now it's fading fast
Faster than the ash
Of this cigarette
I can feel it going comatose
With every waking beat
Now you want it back
After the way you chose to leave
Sorry when I say,
I prefer to breathe
Sam
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Sam  27/M/Portland OR
(27/M/Portland OR)   
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