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May 2014
Were those
Your hands
around my neck?
Or was I
choking
On those vicious words
I was dying
to spit at you
and did you see
my tears that fell
when you told me to
"go to hell"
little did you know
I was already there
You were always so self aware
I think that's why
You couldn't
**care
lemon
Written by
lemon  somewhere in the midwest
(somewhere in the midwest)   
250
   Antonio
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