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I remember sitting on the pavement, beer bottles in hand.
A heavy heart.
Picking myself up to shatter more glass.
Praying someone would put a bullet in my head for the disturbance I was making
For the pain I've caused
Putting an end to my endurance.
To the anger that overwhelmed me.
Leaving them how he did me,
Like that was all I knew.

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