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Replace me with someone else. Give away my name. Put these toils in someone elses hands. She'll know what will become of me. Place this body somewhere love has a different meaning; a separate purpose. Give away its name. We'd both have a different meaning and perhaps a simpler relativity.

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Written by

ge-aw

American

For You?

Written by

ge-aw

American

Published: Jul 22, 2011
LinesWords: 1550

Notes: sadness, anger, pain, lifes troubles

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