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Feb 2014
I etched your name into my skin with a cigarette.
I filled your empty space with liquid poison.
I deluded your image with vivid dreams.
I forgot your scent with unwavering time.
Despite all this though, I never actually forgot you.
"It hurts, but I'm not fixin' to make it better."
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cameran  F
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