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I write best when I'm breaking down.

Trapped in a strange place,
where cigarette smoke conquers all.
I'm lost in this empty room,
I curl up in a ball.
I let my eyes downpour
because I'm scared for my life.
My body aches intensely
as I'm being cut by your knife.
Only words can save me
but I'm not sure what is better.
The truth that you don't want me,
or the lie that we'll last forever.
I'll always keep your memory
on the left side of my chest.
But darling, my heart is gone,
I gave it to the best.