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Jun 2014
7:42
In the ******* morning
And I sit staring at the wall
With these acid words consuming me whole
They say that death is what makes you dead
But I'm alive even though I'm not breathing
Do not try to save me
I'm already gone
You'll lose yourself
If you try to intertwine
Your tired soul
With mine
Way old. Wrote this last year and just found it.
Sky
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Sky  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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