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Jun 2013
You built this living hell for yourself
You called me your saving grace.
We were trapped together by this life,
And suffered in incomplete happiness.
As your world burned down around us,
You left me on my own.
Wrists slit, blood surrounding you.
Now I'm here in misery.
Only finding you in bits
And pieces of music
Angelique Paolucci
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Angelique Paolucci  27/F
(27/F)   
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