Radioactive Heartache

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Your burning passion for me
Has faded into a nothing
In just one thought
You used me
Now my breathes are short and numbered
My blood acidic
Containing the radioactive remnants
Of the memory of love
I haven't a pleasant memory left
You forced me to push the good out
I wish you well
As these chemicals burn me
Turning me inside out
Now you force me to see my mistake
In this radioactive heartache





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