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Neck
I can’t breathe with your hands around my neck. I scream for help as I fight for my last breath. There’s a knock on the door, it’s the police again. Maybe they will help this time or maybe my life will end Let us in let us in, there banging on the door again You…
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Side piece
My heart is breaking Because your words are changing. Or maybe it’s that my thoughts are rearranging. My ears can finally hear the messages you’ve Been stating. You don’t want things to change it’s too convenient this way, living life inside of someone else’s picture frame. Maybe she isn’t crazy, and I can finally see…
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