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My eyes ache as you scream,

Shut up! They do dry. The tired in 

my chest is not what will make me cry. 

The betrayal alone, of repeat accusations,

to love is to win, yet the tab has run dry. 

You're sat outside the casino, laughing on the 

security guard you know by name. Holding you up 

for good measure. 

You return as it's always the same 

star-lined hallway as before. 

E.L