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Mar 2013
The lies will never stop
And the addiction will never grow silent
Your words will be spit out at me like a demon
Insults, lies
Don't worry dearest, I'm not high's
Can't you see
I can't handle anymore
Can't you see
I am eroding
Fading away
Losing myself
I can't continue this way
And some day you'll be on your own
I hope one day you'll learn
That the disease can be conquered
And I hope one day you'll realize how much this affected me
How many night's I've lost
How many tears I haven't been able to cry.
I hope maybe one day, you will put an end to it.
Savannah Satterfield
Written by
Savannah Satterfield  Grass Valley, California
(Grass Valley, California)   
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