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Jun 2014
Z
I thank myself,
with no help from a spirit above,
that I pulled through
your darkness
I am the face of addiction
watching you spiral
Behind curtains and smiles
I waited faithfully
But faith is just a term
and love and forever
don't mean anything after all
You chose them over me
You chose everything over me
You never really chose me to begin with
And you sure as hell didn't choose me to end with
*******. you stole me.
Written by
jackonary
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