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Nov 2014
the only ******* reason it hurts
is because it was real
what we had was real
and don't you deny that

you can't take back those words
you ever spoke to me
they're embedded in my mind

you can't take back the days
where you held me
when the world seemed too cruel to bare

and all i wanted to do was
take a bottle of pills
and let the blood flow from my wrists

but where are you now?
Violet Harmon
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