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 Dec 2012 M W
Jonathan Fernandez
Life isn't a game but you still managed to play me,
Thought we were two halves, I guess it wasn't the same piece.
Will my heart heal? only time will tell,
But as the hours pass, I keep envisioning hell.
****, when will this feeling leave me?
Men cry too, why don't people believe me?
I feel like turtle corpses, I'll explain why,
Cold shell on the out, dead on the inside.

— The End —