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Nov 2012
I'm shattered,
Like a broken window,
Cracked and queer,
I fear the best human emotion,
Which of course is love,
How devilish it is for me,
To drag you on a string,
Making you desire continuously,
I want no one, but I need them most desperately,
What am I to do?
My heart is in two,
For I think I maybe in need of you,
So what if I fall too hard,
Or not at all,
How hard would that really hurt you,
And that would be my biggest crime,
To strip your heart of it's biggest veins,
I wish you nothing but the best,
But maybe perhaps I'm not it
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   Timothy
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