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I write because suicide is no longer an option.

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And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.
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Deep Forever Myself Pieces Search
He calms my chaos and I fuel his fire. We are a match made between heaven and hell.
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Calm Fire Heaven Hell Himself
If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.
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Break Up End Kiss Myself Relationship Yourself
You were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.
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Break Up Life Pieces Time Yourself
You can’t tame a girl who has her head. In the clouds and one foot out the door.
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Tame Woman Yourself
I drink to the ones who can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
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Drink Myself Sleep Soul
Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.
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Business Forever Hate Heart Love Myself Patience
Too many times I have given this heart away, I am afraid it is no longer mine.
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Afraid Heart Myself Time
I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.
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Myself Pain Promise Soul Touch
You load your words as I bare my chest, and this will be the most beautiful death.
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Argument Beautiful Death Myself Word Yourself
I drink to the ones that can sit with their souls and not wish for sleep and the nightmares it brings.
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Drink Myself Sleep Soul
We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.
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Abuse Break Up Hurt Music Myself Relationship Togetherness Yourself
I like you here, between commas, where the only thing you can break now, is my lines.
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Break Myself Yourself
I still pick at these memories of you; I pick them until they bleed.
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Blood Memories Yourself
He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.
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Himself Letter Love Myself Way
The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.
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Comfortable Feeling Myself Pain

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