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Nov 2013
You left and I thought it would leave a hole. But I've been healing.
I found the problem
You were the problem  
6 years of mental lacerations
Call me crazy again.

Your gone and I no longer feel dead.
Please stay away forever. Just go **** another one of my friends.  
I'll be fine. Trust me, without you I'll be fine.    

I know I'll find someone and I'll find solace in myself. I found closure at the point of this pen.
I'm just concerned you won't find the same peace on your back on a strangers bed.
Your happiness is at the bottom of a bottle and stars around your head.
Stephen Paige
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Stephen Paige
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