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Feb 2010
I will now proceed
To the toilet and
*****. Why must
Love die so short
Of life? I
Can feel it
Coming up it is
Only a matter
Of time before
We crash, we
Collide, and
If everything
You love will
Die, who am
I, what’s
You and I?
Written by
Marley ONeill
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