Walking these back streets, the sound of dangling keys, i'm alone and this surrounds me, but somehow i feel more complete. Without you but still walking straight, you were my poison, the digger of my grave. pretending that you changed, but your story's still the same. Hold the sharp side of the blade. My hopes are you might cut yourself, in
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the love of my life...ur amazing...u'll always be my best friend..
love always....k
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