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My anxiety level is getting up there, but why would you care? Your feeling good as if you could fly, well damn you're always High.
Your going to cause me to have a heart attack and it will come quick with no warning like a slap in the face like a Monday morning.
        The pain in my chest is getting harder to bare, which is making me a little scared.You brush it off and call me a pussy, Yes I have one but it's mine not yours,is that why your always calling me a whore?
           I'd like to beat you with a two by four but probably go to jail cause this means war!
           Our life sucks but you blame it on me but who's getting high in the building?
          You say control it but it controls you and makes you look like a fool.
           When will you learn you are not Unstoppable cause that shits got you comfortable I don't know what to tell you cause you messed it up, Me our children with little ease.
             A grown man still trying to be a teenager anymore you're just a stranger.So be one of them for the rest of your life and you ignore us both day and night.
              Open your eyes dude your being played, probably all those lines you give away.It gets in the way of my daily routine, damn you make me want to scream.That shit don't do nothing for me but fights in the middle of the night 
           Waking up my kids scared to death and I'm tired of it! When it rains it pours and we can't take it anymore I'm not going to ask you to choose cause more than likely were going to lose.
             Take care of yourself you need to for sure who knows you might be sleeping with a whore,I'm done with this cause it makes me sick.Say la ve and safe travels cause soon you will be under the gravel with a stone that says"Here lies Brian,he was a good man at one time"
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