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Aug 2014
You make me so **** angry
every time I speak your name
I asphyxiate on broken promises
and regurgitated dreams, it's not

That I don't love you, it's just that
every time I see your face  
I can't tell where your lies begin
and our forever ends

In the end, I just
want to fade away and burn
until there's nothing left
but ash and regrets
Asylum
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     ZCohen, Anthony Perry, Poetic T and Asylum
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