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Remember that day I threw up at your job?
All that was; trying to get that tag to come and be by you
You followed me to that other place instead when you found out my "truth".
I can't give you babies because I was trying to spare your life; theirs.
I'm having a morning like that again; I just want to put my head on my desk and puke in peace.
But instead you are on my mind and nothing is in my belly.
I hold myself every morning like you never let go the last time.
I pretend to feel my baby kicking, that baby will never be. It feels so real, its just my body breaking down from all the radiation.
I wish I could support your choice to be gone. I wish I had a choice in your choices. But your choice was to fire me, and follow me scaring me away from myself...bet you didn't know I can do that. Leave myself in fear. I didn't know either.
I don't know what you wanted to prove that time. I'm pretty sure you're an Alcoholic and I'm an Amnesiac. Proven. I still hold myself wishing it was you.
>Brooke and her famous lies...
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