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I try to leave
but always come back
your soo addictive
I'm stuck in your eyes
your stuck in my heart
even tho you hurt me

I dunno what to do you leave out of my life, my heart feels like it has been stabbed with a knife, I tryed to get you too stay. but life doesint always go my way, you have changed and my life has become rearanged, you killed my soul or I just let that happen. It doesint matter, because after you left i was ripped open and left hopen that you would return to my arms and never leave again.. I was there for you.. but you left me and you were untrue.. you left without a word,, and since then there is nothing I have herd... about you..
again you tore me open you killed my soul and i still can't let go.. after two years you would think I would have no more tears.. but I sit here tonite.. withing i was dead.. with the thought of you going threw my head.. but if i saw your face i would look away with descrace... saying i wish you wern't hear but secretly my heart would give a tear wishing you would beg and come back to my arms..
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my tears will never dry
my heart will never heal..
my life will never be the same
I can no longer deal
my life, my dreams
they no longer seem real
reality has left
I am lost in my own little world
alone, ad scared
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my heart is secretly breaking
and nobody knows it ebcause i wear a smile
and show a laugh
it feels like it is tareing
i feel like i am dieing
why wont my heart stop crying!
and why am i smileing
i can't help it
do i like to be in pain?
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I'm running throught the jungle trying to find my way out. I have been here for about 3 days now lost. Every day jsut gets more confuseing as I run. My paranoia goes up and I can't sleep can't think. Don't even know who I am anymore. My days running non-stop has made me lose myself.

It's dark.... I can no longer see where i'm running. I trip and fall over something sharp. I can't move A pain runs up my leg I can't help but scream . Thoughts race threw my mind. Is something going to hurt me? or is somebody comming to rescue me? I here a noise comming from the left. I turn my head to look but it is too dark to see. I stay still and hold my breath. it sounds big like it could be a bear. It leaves and I am thankful that it didn't come near me..

I stay up till the sun rises and look around me it's scary. I look at my leg it doesint look broke so I try to move and feel that very same pain running up at down my leg but I forse myself up and begin to move again but this time not running just walking slowly, because I don't wonna hurt again.. Then I hear a scream I run to towards the sound and find somebody stuck in the mud and I try to help her out but then I here rattleing and look again and she has turned into a snake and has bittin me then I can feel my heart slowing and beating faster I become hot and scared then i can no longer move am i dieing? have i been tricked? or did she just not want help
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the sadness
I hide under anger
the anger
I hide under a smile
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