I found you when I followed my heart.....you and I...lost in this world, kept far apart by land mass and whatever lies in between. My heart blackens more each day, and i wither like a bloomless flower, waiting for rain.
You find release in alcohol, I find mine in a razor smaller than my finger.....in scars larger than my dreams.
We both fight......we both want, hope, yearn, desire, and yet we are both here.
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You find release in alcohol, I find mine in a razor smaller than my finger.....in scars larger than my dreams.
We both fight......we both want, hope, yearn, desire, and yet we are both here.
Don't leave me.
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