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Nov 2018
and as i look down
i see the little bit of what was left of you
burn
and as the flame gets bigger
i swear i don't cry
i laugh
but to be honest
i don't know why

maybe its because of the sick panic
of knowing your gone
and i don't know how to handle it

god i hate you for making me feel
Written by
sandra dryer
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