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Jan 2018
The petals fall
One by one
Like a body on the 18th floor
The sky turns dark
The end of a day
Like a brain after an OD
The fire burns up
The trees are burning down
I need a new way to cope
The kids line up
And so does the snow
One by one all day
The walls are getting higher
The room is getting smaller
Oh god I need some help
Take it away
Take it from me now
… Let me have one more
just one more line of coke... one more bowl of ****... one more suicide attempt... no more broken hearts
Written by
Jenn  F/lost
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