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I cant seem to wrap my head around, the reason that you left. 

Maybe I'm tired or just coming down but your voice is all that's left in this silence now, I cant really answer when or how.

Sticks and stones may break my bones; but your words destroyed me 

And they tell me not to dwell, just to let it on go but as the silence grows louder I'm losing grips of the rope. If only I could carry you out of the corners where you like to hide, then maybe I wouldnt feel like my sanity's on the line

Light a match, feel the warmth, then swallow it whole. Maybe this will burn your name out of my throat. Chase the fire with some whiskey, always preferred your drink warm.

And once again I'm falling down the rabbit hole, suicidal tendencies just never stuck with me, but I have no problem with fucking digging holes.

Break apart my rib cage, I need some room to breathe. I reach for my inhaler, but only get nitrous when I squeeze. Fill your cup, fill my head, with all the things I shouldve said, but we cant rewind, no we can't fall back. This time around, I'm too proud for that 

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