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3 am

3 am always gets to me
I'm alone and forget my way back to our bed
too much time on my hands
it's the witching hour
and I stray
into drug delusions... sex
smearing my cunt on someone else
a bitch in heat with no conscious  
caught up in a moment
I leave who we are in the ashes
the house of love has been burnt down
but we still reside there
lies my covering
I shy deeper into the darkness
I hate myself
I can barely face you
eyelashes bat betrayal  
blood pushes through my veins
with the taint of another
I want to die
suicide calls to me
a bottle of pills it would all be over
it's 3 am
I can't live without you
Written by smackdownraven
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