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(shortie)aww don't cry
Pressure building in my chest, the distress, a mess, as I fight back my sobs, if I could kill him I would...I should....because I've been slain. Like that dragon, in those fairy tales, no wedding bells, no rice, no cake, hell, no groom! Restlessly doomed to the bar scene. How am I gonna do it? Where do I start? My heart....ripped to shreds...fed, lies for years....laying here filling up my ears....unsuccessfully holding back my tears.
