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May 2012
My mind is battling itself
When my heart is falling dead
This love I do not regret
But this life I hate instead
The misery of every second
I have collected in my pocket
Is my very own ticket
To be blown off by a rocket.
And there I go
Away without another
No one really cares
No one even bothers.
kcmont17
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