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chest bruised the mental abuse you put me through
go ahead take another dosage of me swallow the defintive fact of ending
stand in front of a cracked mirror all but a dreary face
needles filled inject your relief
needing weed pain lifts along the way
a bottle at hand reaching for your kind of brand
knives only cut deeper into the wounds i guess thats why it releases a fraction of doubt
medication only makes a mind grow weak
get rid of this
this get rid of this memory
to tear out my ransacked heart he stole
these dont mean a thing but sadness that reminds me how it use to be