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Hydrogen Cyanide I have no idea how it feels to receive what I deserve from you, no memory, only faded dreams. Seething over what I was denied, I became ill from your heavy, searing dose of hydrogen cyanide, And life lost its meaning because I never learned to pour this love I carry inside all over myself.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
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Hydrogen Cyanide I have no idea how it feels to receive what I deserve from you, no memory, only faded dreams. Seething over what I was denied, I became ill from your heavy, searing dose of hydrogen cyanide, And life lost its meaning because I never learned to pour this love I carry inside all over myself.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC
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