6th of September

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For the pain in my chest,

and the fresh cuts on my thigh,

You and I both know,

that I'm the reason why.

My eyes are red where they should be white,

these constant tears impair my sight.

You want to drown,

in a sea of love,

They do not deserve this.

What are you thinking of?

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