[Taylor]: 628.Poetry.Sui
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Now leave, I want to see you out that door
One last glimpse to you I make
One last smile to you, that’s always been fake
Filling the tub up to the top
Drinking the last of the pills, being sure not to stop
Face down, I start to choke
Suffocating on words that I’ve never spoke
In my mind I was left to cower
To look upon my final hour