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Feb 2018
It's that time of year again
And my legs are shaking
I see the same thing
And it's mine for the taking
But my hand, its faking
To be strong
To hold on
I don't wanna lose more
But I'm not getting close

What's happening to me
The curtain is falling again
The show is coming to close
And nothing is seeming to change

I remember the time
I was doing just fine
Everything I wanted
Was falling on my side

I felt it behind me
I was seldom alone
Cold breath on my neck
Cutting me through my throat.

**** dripped on my skin
Terrifying a part of my soul
I would have thought to call
That memory

but it's long since gone
Kush
Written by
Kush  19/M/India
(19/M/India)   
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     Tash Mckay, Botan and Andreas Sfakianakis
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