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GGRamone May 2015
Fill this empty head with your meds and send me off to bed
Tell me my story by candle light
About how my feelings are wrong, how I don't belong
But I can still fight so my body can reunite
I am crying, screaming, and bleeding
But boy I am still dreaming
I dream of being  strong
I dream that I can hold on
While you're gone.
Nothing special.

— The End —