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Jan 2019
Oh my God,
Here you are again
I was almost certain
That you were gone for good

This time

It’s up to us to see the grave
Your slow knife always stayed
Buried beneath the earth
Miles away from me

But it is creeping back now
My dark passenger
In the wind
Behind my eyes
To the left, I'm not alright

Your ways turn me bad
Make me strange
Spill my guts out
Onto the pavement
In the basement
You told me sweet lies

One more time
Evil stranger
Tell me again
I’ve got to know why
You take over my minds eye
and push me out to sea
With no way back
But to swim back out
Through the ninth gate

I’ve said it before
And god forbid I say it again
This time you’re through

I will be the end of you
Or you me

Time will tell me,
For it has already told you.
Andrew McElroy
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Andrew McElroy  30/M/Florida
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