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Jul 2017
Chuckle or choke
On this infinite joke
That we call living
You have never been forgiving
Are you afraid of me?
The only person you can't see
Plastic tears, wasted years
Time for you to run
Your hand holds the gun
That can blow my heart to pieces
Written by
theabstrusepoet  F/California
(F/California)   
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