Promise

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"Your beautiful to me."

Running from home,

I haven't slept right for days,

Night comes around and I'm all alone.

There's a war,

Voices making me go insane,

A sick feeling craving more.

I still hear the sound of your guitar,

I've lost where my heart is,

Written somewhere beneath the scars.

The reoccurring dreams,

A nightmare breaking free,

By now it's tearing by the seams.

I just can't believe it,

A promise I made so long ago,

Is the  reason I'm living and why I'll never make it..

"Never."

Victoria xX

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