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Feb 2013
The tears are like rain
But the screams in my head are only a mutter
My chest moves up and down with each shudder
Yet I hold tight onto this pain
Im addicted
How can you enjoy something that makes you feel dead?
Makes your feet feel heavy like lead
Your breaths short and sharp
And your heart aches till it falls apart
And till there's nothing left but remorse
and your crying corpse
Margaret Mary
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Margaret Mary
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