Promises are Meant to be Broken:

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I promised not to do this,

Swear on the angel you said,

I swore but with my fingers crossed,

Now i whisper to thin air,

Praying it'll reach your ears in time,

Promises were meant to be broken.

I fought these demons every day at three,

But now it seems I lost,

I'm sorry I couldn't take it,

One last thing to remember me by,

Don't sit there grieving, It wasn't your fault...

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