ELEVEN

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Six feet under and struggling to breath
You hold me back and I struggle to see
The guilt holds me down and I pretend not to care
But I can still feel all the eyes as they begin to stare
"Its not your fault" is all they say
But my heart decides go the other way
Your gone and I'm Sadley still here
I'm sorry for the pain you had to bare

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