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Sting

by Chloe Sanders

With your death died a piece of me
The first time you left I thought I was free
I now know that isnt true
The screaming and the fighting wasnt through

I still avoided you when you drank
And your nasty cigarette stank
Though I say these things
Your death still stings

More than a sting, it stabbed me in the heart
Through and through
And at that moment
A small part of me was lost with you

06/09/2010

Posted on 06/09/2010
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