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Sep 2013
As the silence takes over
on a late summer night,
the riot begins to take
place in your mind.

The sting of your past
collides with the uncertainty of the future
with a crash strong enough
to ******* up for sure

But keep that chin up,
it's not as hopeless as it seems.
Don't **** yourself over it.
Keep both your wrists clean.

If all else fails,
take a break and forget.
Go get yourself some coffee
and grab a cigarette.
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   Eliza
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