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May 2014
There's not enough painkillers, to relieve the ache left in my heart
Thinking of it alone, makes my head pound

You were everything to me
but I was merely a speck of dust in the dessert that is your life

And at the end of the day
I may die of medication

but I sure killed all the pain you left behind
Amanda Kyara
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Amanda Kyara  CuraΓ§ao
(CuraΓ§ao)   
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