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Jun 2014
Tonight, yet again,
I just cannot sleep,
I hurt so bad,
So much; I can't even weep.
Control over you is something so hard to keep,
But *******,
This time,
I went too deep.
You're so beautiful; so thick and red,
All I see is memories of us in my head,
How every time we meet,
Is a time I always dread,
But our secret is one I have never spread,
And no goodbyes were ever really said.
But you're no good for me anymore,
You always leave me a mess,
Lying lifeless on the floor,
The choices I made with you were always poor,
But you raise the hairs on my skin,
And yet, every morning I always turn out sore.
You're just an old flame I can't seem to shake,
No more of my time will you take,
This decision is one I wish I was strong enough to make,
But, for now,
My hatred for you is something I will have to fake.
Blythe Barrymore
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Blythe Barrymore  Portland
(Portland)   
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