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Jul 2018
I know your home alone
And your crying on the phone
Your left with so much hurt
And I only see you in spirts
And it kills
It's shrill
But just imagine the thrill
The cold chill of the night
Don't hate me out of spite
I gotta do what I think is right
No longer can we fight
It takes all of my might
To stop that beast that's inside
The one you choose to hide
From the world you chose to help
But instead you indulge yourself
We both can't sink in this ship
And I'm just tired of your ****.
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
(25/M/Kalamazoo)   
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