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Too much ****** I had to be your heroine, But I knew I could never save you. You were suppressed of all your emotions, The real ones at least. Telling me lies all the time, I couldn't trust you anymore. When you fall asleep with me, you don't keep me warm. Just a skinny, little shell of a beautiful body That I miss so much. Track marks down your arms, Like little bits of hell. I feel them and kiss them while you sleep, Because I love you, I love you so dearly. I know one day morning I'll wake up and you won't be there. A long, long battle you stopped fighting forever ago will finally be lost. You took your last breath, and I wasn't awake for it, I was dreaming too deeply that when I awoke, things would be different. I couldn't be your ****** and I couldn't be your heroine either.
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
Heroism
Too much ****** I had to be your heroine, But I knew I could never save you. You were suppressed of all your emotions, The real ones at least. Telling me lies all the time, I couldn't trust you anymore. When you fall asleep with me, you don't keep me warm. Just a skinny, little shell of a beautiful body That I miss so much. Track marks down your arms, Like little bits of hell. I feel them and kiss them while you sleep, Because I love you, I love you so dearly. I know one day morning I'll wake up and you won't be there. A long, long battle you stopped fighting forever ago will finally be lost. You took your last breath, and I wasn't awake for it, I was dreaming too deeply that when I awoke, things would be different. I couldn't be your ****** and I couldn't be your heroine either.
EmmaPickwick
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
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