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Damaged mind
I despise how you make me feel. Every breath I draw I crave it to be my last.
The way I daydream about my death you'll think I was the grim reaper here to drag you back.
The scars on my skin marks how many times I've been near to being expired.
I no longer bury in fear, I now dance with my demons til my mind gets exhausted.
I feel awful for leaving you, but staying here isnt an option. Til we met once more this time it won't be in a coffin.
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