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Jul 2011
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.
sadness, anger, pain, lifes troubles
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