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Sep 2017
I hope it was easy for you to rip me apart
I hope it was easy for you to watch me bleed
I want to go back to that moment
I felt you ease into sleep
She has her own star
Down on the boulevard
Now alcohol and drugs help numb his painΒ 
Seasons passed us by
I grew, and so did you
And you screamed at me
one-thousand times
you were a lost cause
Exhausted by the end of the day
Telling yourself "you're good enough" but not believing it.
Sahir Bhat
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