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Feb 2017
You tell me
one thing one day
and another the next

Then you turn around
and wonder why it is
that I'm perplexed

Well I can't catch a break
with this ringing in my ear
a scar that refuses to heal

Oh Beelzebub I beg to
make friends with you
so as not to fear you

Wait a minute no
you can't have my soul
I just want to be whole

I want to take down the veil and see what I am
No putting my whole up for sale
I just don't want to give a ****
Irving MacPherson
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