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Sometimes I wonder why I wait.
Wait to tell people how I feel.
Wait for people who will never care.
Wait for people who will never change.
Waiting.
I wonder why, why I wait.
I know how this all ends, just me a loaded gun and **** I wish I didn't remember.
If I could fly I would know, what life looks like from up above and down below.
I'd keep you safe, I'd keep you dry.
Don't be afraid Cecilia I'm the satellite, and you're the sky.
Not my work.
Looks to ****.
Blood being the only fuel to her thrill.
Wicked attitude is often too much.
*******, ******* to the touch.
She'll reel you in with the face of angel.
But with the click of a pen she could turn the tables.
Arose from the dead.
Sick in her head.
She's the one to watch out for.
Cross her the wrong way and you'll be the next guy with his guts hanging out on the floor.
She's gotta twisted mind .
And an explicit tongue.
The words of the devil to be sung.
Watch your back boy, she'll creep up and ****** you up from behi- I tried to warn him.
It's like happily falling off a cliff.
The love you give me is a gift.
The love you give me is a curse.
I'm always expecting the worst.
I can always have a real smile.
**** doesn't it stay a while.
I just can't fight this feeling.
Dear won't you open my heart up for healing,
Darling won't you be mine.
It's 3:42.
I'm laying in bed thinking about you.
Broken, hurt, nevertheless but sad.
You always do this but I still come running back.
Now its 3:43 and I'm still thinking about you,
remembering how we used to be happy at 3:42.
This poem meant nothing anyways.
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