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Jan 2014
So you're sick of me
Do you know what sick is
Did you hear the echo call you back
when you screamed at it to leave
when the reflection in the blade
dared you to lift your sleeve
and you can't talk of fear
when you know its waiting near
the room is getting suffocating
As you choke on your own thoughts
cause nothing here is touching
Except the demons you had caught
You might know what I mean
when I say I deserve to die
Cause you were the one
that made me believe
A grave is the only place I lie
I do not promote emotional blackmail
tdf
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