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Jun 2012
With everyday I **** myself,
Thinking of you.
I've found love in the sunset,
And yet it's not the one I need.

I'd follow my heart if it didn't hurt me before,
I just want to know what your kiss tastes like.
But bleeding red is the only way,
To make me feel like I'm home.

When did you decide that you found love,
Lost under the sun,
When did I become just another,
“Oh he's just a friend.”

With every breath I take,
I'm becoming the heartless,
Building this cage,
******* hating every step.

And I just want to let you know,
That one day everything will be okay.
When I'm shaking hands with the devil,
And he makes me relive every memory of you.
Aaron Reisinger
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