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Nov 2017
A time when you seemed worthy of everything in my view
Has turned into a dying light, an uglier version of the true you

I drain myself for love that I hold in my hand
Only to squeeze it till it dies and push it away in the end

I can not resurrect the fragile pieces of my youth
I've lost it all in your arms and years of emotional abuse

I'm supposed to live here and see a new horizon
But I long for every yesterday, every word you buried lies in.
Kylie Cannon
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Kylie Cannon  28/F/still in michigan
(28/F/still in michigan)   
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