Falling Apart.

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By LostWithinWords

Crying, Dieing, I lye staring at the cieling, Thinking of the one I love, Hoping she was laying next to me, I slowly start to stop breathing, My heart stops racing, and I find love in the bottem of my damp cold heart.

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