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Your name is pressed on my collar
When you choose to love the one you lost
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The Child I Buried
A very heavy and dark poem I found from my old notebook. Circles around suicidal behavior.
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Our Love Became My Gallows
To be a fool again and think he was the one
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Guard Dog
Carrying the weight of something that tries to speak of your pain while desperately trying to hide that side of yourself for the fear of being judged.