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Mountain
There's a pile of clothes on the floor,
Oh how I wish they were yours,
The oxygen escapes me when I think of those big brown eyes,
Everytime you cross my mind a part of me dies,
You are the second hand smoke in my lungs,
The cancer inside,
Falsely addictive,
And lethal,
You're so dangerous,
Holding your hand is barely legal,
I miss you so much that my bones ache,
Waiting for your embrace,
So wake my blood from it's slumber,
Keep me from getting any colder,
Break my fingers one by one,
Show me what i've been fighting for,
This is a battle that just cant be won,
Because damnit,
I'm freezing to death,
My lungs are collapsing,
Is this my final breath?
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