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Jun 2018
Sitting here lying in agony.
Wondering why you won't talk to me.
Perhaps maybe this was not meant to be.
I'm not sure if in due time,
You can forgive me of my crime.
I loved you so bad,
And in the end it drove me mad.
An unhealthy obsession,
On what I thought was a divine blessing.
But here I am, left alone.
Like a king without his throne.
Perhaps this was not meant to be,
So please just leave me with my heart to bleed.
Written by
Thepillar  21/M/Italia
(21/M/Italia)   
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