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Jun 2012
blood spills in cursive, the truth on the floor.

the wine and the pills from your lips a foam pores.

not a tear or a whine only peace in your eyes.

a shame I'm the only one left here to cry.

I knew I would miss you without you I'll die.

but the note on the floor says are love was a lie......
(now I'm not sure what to think)
John B
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John B  28/M/Within The Omniverse
(28/M/Within The Omniverse)   
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