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Jan 2020
There goes my hope
Slipping out of my fingers
And into your grasp

Your grasp around my neck
Unable to breathe from your lies
You knew how to make me feel warm
But other times so cold

Maybe its my fault I thought you could change
But hey, I guess we all struggle
To breathe more than others some days
Kelsey McIntyre
Written by
Kelsey McIntyre  23/F
(23/F)   
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   Carlo C Gomez
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