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Still misery only allows me to breathe
Allows me to feel, and live and grieve
Im a mess like vanilla scoops under summer sun
Only bitter,nothing sweet of what has become
Cant feel when my heart is numb
The aftermath of a disaster that began with the breeze of a kiss, turned to vicious winds that swept away promises, and thereafter, bliss
Here in this vacancy i exist
Here where love left me.

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