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Sep 2018
You haven't killed me
But I cry
Every night
I'm only half alive
I am so close to breaking
You have taken everything
I have nothing left
You convinced me I am a deadly sin
I will never be the same
I guess that was your aim
Broke me down shamelessly until I couldn't bear the pain
Filled with nothing but shame
Who's to blame
You?
Or me?
Who followed you blindly
Secrets Are Made To Hide
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