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No Take Backs.
Who am I to you?
Do you want me to stick around?
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs
But you still don't hear a sound.
Hang me from your promises
As I choke on your words.
You said you want me forever
But you cut my heart in thirds.
Where the fuck were you
When I needed you the most?
My world was crashing down
You turned into a ghost.
You left me all alone
And I've been lost he...
Saturday 7th April 2018 1:44 pm
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