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It Makes Me Sick
It crushes me to see it I try to keep a smile
Even though it doesn't even last a while knowing I will never Have you the thought makes me sick each wakeing moment when you leave I'm watching the clock tick
Idk why the pain seems to subside when I get a blade an start to slit my wrist.
I'm sick of it, be okay for you when I'm really not, trying to be happy even though its asking a lot
I'm done I'm sick of everytime I see you my heart does a flop an flip.
I wish you two the best
Even though it really really makes me sick.
poem
by
Bleeding Willow
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