Cycle of Hurt

October 17, 2011
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These sick situations are stuck on repeat.
I'm drowning in the emptiness.
I'm tired of the faked affection and hollow promises,
Yet I can't seem to get away.
I must be a twisted soul to yearn for more of you.
When you're not here,
I feel like IM the one who's gone.
And when I'm in your presence,
I can't breathe.
Yet I can't think of anywhere
That feels more like home.

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