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Aug 2018
I can feel them cracking,
Breaking under the pressure
of all your lies
and forgotten promises.
The weight of all
the things I couldn't say,
is crushing them,
Burying them in hurt.
I can feel them dying.
With each sob,
and every smoke.
I can't live like this forever.
Qwn
Written by
Qwn  19/M/BC
(19/M/BC)   
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     Rick, Benjamin, --- and Immortal Angel
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