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May 2013
i’m such a sad excuse for a person

i’m too much of a ***** for anyone to stick around

teasing and taunting and hurting and cursing

until my lungs run out of breath

but when i’m all out of air

and you’re already on your way

my eyes

allow the tears to fall

and speak for themselves,

“please, stay with me.

don’t go.”
alexa mary
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