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Apr 2014
If it's for my own good,
why do I feel so sick?

You can come back tomorrow,
everything would be fine

You can come back someday,
everything will be fine

You're never coming back,
why do I feel so sick?
In reality I know you're detrimental to my health, but that applies to both your absence and presence. Don't you dare tell me that it's for my own good. You're making me sick either way, (and you killed a part of me anyways).
Alex Knight
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Alex Knight  Texas
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