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Jan 2015
Up on the moon
Where his whole life is engraved
Where he's wishing,
Hoping,
Thinking he'll be saved.

This poor pathetic soul
Who thought he was whole
But instead,
He was always empty.

He never really got it
He never quite will.
For his days
Are now at a stand still.

So  lets face it.
And lets discover.
Why this boy cant have a lover.
Lets look back.
And decide.
Why this man wanted to die.
For her

Up on the moon
Where his whole life
Is engraved.
Old ****, same ****
Sigh...
The-Crestfallen-Fool
Written by
The-Crestfallen-Fool  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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