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my chest hurts and it took me a while 
to realize its because im drowning in all the
paper i have wasted trying to write to you.

and my veins itch because ever since you
left i shoot up with the ink in the letters
that you send when you pity me.

and while my skin turns black and my head goes
under;
i hope you are finally happy.

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