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Nov 2012
Life isn't a game but you still managed to play me,
Thought we were two halves, I guess it wasn't the same piece.
Will my heart heal? only time will tell,
But as the hours pass, I keep envisioning hell.
****, when will this feeling leave me?
Men cry too, why don't people believe me?
I feel like turtle corpses, I'll explain why,
Cold shell on the out, dead on the inside.
Jonathan Fernandez
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Jonathan Fernandez
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