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5d
Living for a reason not to die
Still not done thinking bout suicide
When all I’ve done
Is slowly pushed aside.


We’re like angels when we ride
You tell me you like the light in my eyes
The void will come
When you chose to lie.

As they have done
Long before your time.

I’m still unfinished
I’ve not yet found
A place to leave my bones
Behind on the ground

Lost in the sound
Of good and bad
Sometimes just I sad
I feel it all

And I feel it all.
But none of it talks to me, nah.
So lonely the tides
Of my ocean that only dries.
Merope Angel
Written by
Merope Angel  28/F/Worldsangel
(28/F/Worldsangel)   
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     M-E, Yann and BR Dragos
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