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Sep 2013
i need you.
not in an emotional way,
or a ****** way,
but a survival way.
i need you to come to me,
and rip the bottle of
liquid peace from my hands,
and hold my shaking body,
and look into my sad eyes
and tell me everything
will be okay.
alyson
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alyson  hell
(hell)   
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