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Oct 2015
#2
Dont tell me youre happy
While trying your noose
Smile like you mean it
When it comes loose.
Dont tell me youre joyful
Then ask to pull the chair
I have seen one too many
Times this look of despair
Your eyes say it all
You glance at the floor
Your hands shake like leaves
With all bullets you miss.
I would miss you so
For I love you so
And I know youre strong
Find where you belong
Never let it go
Keep it close to you
And I need you so
For your my own soul.
Ryan Nyberg
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