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Jul 2014
Were you really worth it
When you stretched the truth over your bones
You chose to be alone

Alone with your altered mind
I hope the next time you light something and breath it in your throat catches on fire

Take in the noxious fumes of tempted desire

You were nothing but a liar

The repetition is uncanny
-CRM
Chance
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