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I work hard to make sure that I seem,
like the guy with control, but don't break the concealed.

You know best how to kill how i feel,
rip apart, stamp across, and then leave beyond heal.

Me against the bottom of the bottle.

They call me Leave

To leave someone so early, that it's too late as it seems.

To clean someting so many times that it can not get clean.

Your brown eyes got icecold-blue, and they'll never be free.

I left and hurt so many times that they now call me Leave.

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Your words.
so
absurd,
awkward,
misheard.

But oh they cut me through!

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