Freshman Year

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Her words cut like knives
The feeling of being alone
Watching her walk away
A shot from a gun
I only bled out at night
Mouth covered wails
Tear soaked pillow cases
I'd always go back to her
She had a spell on me
drop everything
Lose my will to live
Her words a machete to my neck
She didn't want me anymore
Cut wrist
Slashed heart
Bleeding mind

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