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Jun 2014
I wish I could be the Jude to your Lucy still
But I can't think of my love without feeling ill
I promise I'll stay safe, stay away from these pills
I promise as a lover, who's felt loves cold chill
You meant the world to me
I lived for you, you know
Now that you're gone, a hole is left
Gaping bigger than a black one
Stretching out forever
Leaving me scarred, unable to function
The end
Zack Phillips
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