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Walking Dead (Happy Anniversary)

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Recollections of the time
The knives and razor blades
And words that were even more
Force themselves into my eyes.
All that was invalidated
Scraped holes into my interior and
Made me transparent.
So now you have your
Bottle of pills
And fifth of vodka.
There's no need to fake contentedness.
You're wasted,
You're a waste.
And I'm still twisted in the
Promises you broke.

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