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Sep 2018
When the sun doesn’t shine
I take a break from life
And I smoke a last cigarette
And I listen to sad songs

You were dying for so long
But now, it’s like you vanished
And I don’t know how-
Or where to begin

When you left in your way
You took with you, a piece of me
And so I keep the best of you
Always

But the sadness will fade
And I’ll keep what remains
Because you, will always be
A part of me
PsycheSpeaks
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PsycheSpeaks  24/F/Buffalo, NY
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