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December 19, 2008
By Anonymous

it comes slowly in the night
it comes ready to tear apart all that i've worked for

the urge to light another ciggarette
the urge to gulp down another bottle of bitter poison
the urge to take a razor to my arms and wrists

it comes slowly in the night
it comes with tears and bad memories

but i resist



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