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Mar 2016
Your words break me, shake me
But this is the way it had to be
I had to finally set you free
Baby I love you, can't you see
All the things I can't do for thee
A beautiful soul but you tread so hesitantly
For this world is not made of pleasantries
And my heart never came perfectly
It is a survivor of puppetry
Broken from insanity
Programed like a computer to flee
Victem to my faulty circuitry
Why do you insist to have this blasphemy
Is it really worth those small moments of glee
I'm sorry but I do not agree
You deserve so much more than this decree
And you heart might be left thirsty
But it is me who must carry on as an amputee
For you were like a leg that supported me
And I was a tumor that burdened thee
So now maybe you can live healthy
And awaken to a better reality
HeatherBeth
Written by
HeatherBeth  Elizabeth City
(Elizabeth City)   
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