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Mar 2010
It taste like tears,
It taste like hurt,
It feels my mouth,
With a choking dirt,
It tastes like a strike,
It tastes like a scar,
I need a bandage,
Placed upon my heart,
You make me cry,
When you said goodbye,
But you dont care,
Whether i live or die,
So you scraped my soul,
With an edge so sharp,
I just wanted you to know,
You broke my ******* heart.
Written by
Wayne Mitchell Jr
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