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Jun 2018
Is it too late for me?
I am broke, I cannot find my pieces.
On my knees begging to be free,
Hoping my life ceases.

I just want to hear I’m wanted,
But no voice is there to save me from my fall.
All my memories are haunted
By a made up you that leaves me in awe.

Don’t miss me when I’m gone,
You’ve created these issues in my mind.  
With nothing left for me to hold on
I take my life and you remain blind.

Nothing I do will break your high.
Good-bye.
Written by
ML R  17/F/Missouri
(17/F/Missouri)   
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