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Oct 2019
every night i sleep,
on a bed of a thousand lies.

i breathe in the oxygen,
that poisons all my thoughts.

what frightens me most,
is the simple fact that,
getting over me;

was so easy for you.
Written by
lance  17/M/hell
(17/M/hell)   
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