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My heart is heavy 

An endless nightmare

Day's grow long

Night's become cold

My heart becomes more black 

My soul is like a demon

But my emotion's sit on my sleeve

I lay behind a mask each day 

Make them believe I am ok

Deep down my damage is slowly killing me

The world spins

Yet I stay in the same place

She moved on 

But left me behind in this dark room 

I want to travel back in time

Redo everything that has gone wrong

You are happy

But I am miserable 

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lilysfritton
<p>This is good, keep going</p>

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