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Together
I grip the blade,
I can't cut,
I handle the rope,
Unable to tie the knot.
I had a bottle of pills;
Poured them down the drain,
I lost the suns warmth,;
Waited in the rain.
A thought of your essence,
I swiftly hold back,
Every weappn of mine,
As the force slowly lacks.
Letting my sadness roam,
But not a thought roamed,
'Cause you're fighting,
...Sunday 5th October 2014 6:19 pm
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