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Mar 2014
I feel like I'm about
to die as I lay here
listening to the
sound of my fan,
in a bed of fear.
Of the unknown.
So ill just
try to get my mind
together.
Forget about
his lips.
And try to breathe
through the filter
of a cigarette.
Paige
Written by
Paige  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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