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Nov 2012
i was everything to her
i was her immortal guard
i was the demon at arms
i was her worst nightmare
i was the wind in her hair

i was the monster of legend
i was the man without a face
i was the shadow in the corner
i was the reason for the tears on her pillow
i was the reason she pulled the trigger

i was worhtless
i was broken and bruised
i was the killer of her sanity
i was just another voice
i was the one who took everything

i was wreckless and selfish
i was weak and scared
i was her savior from her pain
i was her shoulder to lean on
now i am laid to rest
buried with her blood on my hands
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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