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Dec 2019
Doing things for them
You never did for me
I want to cry out
Let it be oh let it be me
My heart's tears pour
Down broken pieces in the dark
The air hides from my lungs
I can only hear in part
For the groans that take my breath
Leave me alone and without
Holding hands with death
Is what was felt when u ran out.
When it hurts so bad the pain is manifested physically
chelle
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chelle  45/F/Kentucky
(45/F/Kentucky)   
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   Imran Islam
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