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THEY NO LONGER LOVED YOU
YOU HELD THEM FOR THE LAST TIME, TRYING TO DELUDE YOURSELF INTO THINKING THAT IT WAS ALL IN YOUR HEAD, BRIGHT EYES SONGS FILLED YOUR EARS AS YOU WAITED FOR YOUR BUS THAT NEVER CAME EVENTUALLY RESIGNING TO WALKING HOME THROUGH THE COLD. IF YOU WERE LUCKY THE PNEUMONIA WOULD FILL YOUR LUNGS AND YOUR LIFE WOULD COME TO A CHOKING END, YOU SAT ON THE BACK PORCH OF YOUR MOTHERS HOUSE AND SMOKED YOUR LAST CIGARETTE BEFORE GOING INSIDE TO GET HIGH ON YOUR GRANDMAS DIAZEPAM AND PRSY IT TOOK YOU AWAY