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Jun 2013
I wanted to write your name on my skin
i chose a pen
but ended up carving it in.
Then taking a swig of gin,
tell my head started to spin.
I'll forget you even if it kills me.
It may be when i take a bath
with my head underwater too drunk to take a breath.
Or when i fall asleep on the train tracks,
too high to tell anyone goodbye.
Because that's better
then dying over and over
every time i see you with her.
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   Timothy and Tana Young
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