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Nov 23
It's a different kind of pain
The type that grounds the soul
A release for your brain
It makes you feel more whole
Only lasts a second, gone so quick
Yet its enough, it must be
And yes, I know its sick
But it's the last way left to flee
It's disgusting, it's wrong
I know that, okay?
I'm trying to be strong
Taking it day-by-day
Just don't get how no one can see
The way I'm no longer me
Bree17
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   Ben Noah Suresh
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