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Oct 2010
My body aches
Killing me, the pain
Everyone's a fake
I need to get myself drained
Of everything that causes this
Of all the loneliness

Nothing kills me like you do
And nothing brings me light but you
Weighing so heavily on my conscience
You own my heart, every ******* ounce
You're my blood, my brain, my very soul
No one's ever had such a hold on me
I know this won't end well
We're a suicide mission from Hell
And no one can break us
Though they've been known to shake us up
John
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John  28/M/New York
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