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This Is Where It Ends

I'll sit here with my beer, And my last cigarette. My pride and and bitter memories, Is what I am trying to forget. I plan to drink myself to death, Don't fucking tell me it's not worth it. Death is on my plate, And I sure as hell deserve it. All the wrongs I have committed, The prices I have paid. You threw back in my face, My mind has been made. I'll drown myself in liquor, I'll suffocate in smoke. Till my life in nonexistent, Till I forget the lies you spoke. Your lies CRUSHED my spirits, I gave my everything. But that wasn't good enough, You threw me to the side, Like some 25 cent ring. Being with you was toxic, It was bad for my health. Every morning I wake up and praise the fact that you are gone. Now go fuck yourself.
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steve-boldin
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Sep 28, 2010
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