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Oct 2010
The tears that make streams on your face
Are nothing I haven't swam through before
And the years I spent a broken mess
Are everything of lore
The times I saw your face
The times I never thought to think twice
Are the times I miss the most

No regrets
Just thoughtful rememberance
The times are something I cherish
But it's done with
And I'm ****** up
More than I can ever say I've been

So cut the rope
And let me fall
And drown in a river of my own blood
Don't bother to call
I'll be too deep to even hear
The words through your teeth
That were too often unheeding
Just let me go, let me go
And in time, you'll know
It was for the best
To let my heart rest
After this beating
John
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John  28/M/New York
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