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Shadows settle on the place, that you left

Our minds are troubled by the emptiness

Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time

From the perfect start to the finish line

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones

'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

Setting fire to our insides for fun

Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong

The lovers that went wrong

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This poem is beautiful. My Grandpa and parents smoke. I try to get them to stop. Thank you so much for this amazing piece.
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That is a deep poem it touched me because my aunt dose drugs

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