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I'll fall back into my own personal hell.

I finally picked myself up,
only to fall for you
and it'll kill me to let you go-
please don't let me go,
cause without you I'll fall
into my own personal hell.

Hand me another cigarette,
maybe I can suffocate on the smoke,
my body can be the ashes in the tray.
Tell me, why is it better this way?

The End

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