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Feb 11
You are me and I am you.
How else could I feel
What you feel too?
All the guilt and pain,
Sudden anger surging
through my veins.

You smoke too much ****,
Alcohol’s what makes me weak.
We both can’t handle reality,
It’s too much for our mentality.
That’s why we always try to run,
Masked by joy thats cheaply spun.

Two bodies, one soul,
apart in such suffer,
United so whole.
Meant to be together,
Even if not in this life—
Still forever.
Written by
Tuta  27/F
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