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You see me as a charity project, The misfortunate Lying here Crying out for help The one that can turn you into a hero But I'm too broken to be saved I need more help than drugs can provide And I cannot drink the pain away My demons follow Swallowing me whole Trapping me inside this car With the doors locked And water seeping in But the air burns my lungs With toxic fumes     Not allowing one last breath Before the water consumes.
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
Car Crash