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Jan 2014
A story where
Once again
We find ourselves
Lost in the empty lies
Broken bottles and trauma
You scream as we attentively listen
I'll be sure never to breathe a single word
But I don't know how long I won't be breathing
If you're starting to get me into your disgusting habits
Alas
I am a child of it and a product of your own addictions
So I'll follow your example down to the final point
I don't know exactly why myself to be clear
You promised to always care for me
So what I do must be right
Because if it weren't
You wouldn't
Lead me
By example
Triiniity
Written by
Triiniity  Maine
(Maine)   
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   --- and rained-on parade
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