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Apr 2013
I love my hate
So single and pure
It is never late
And I'm not too sure

Haphazard cuts
On your milky white face
A red door shuts
The vacant space

Bleeding down I am so clean
Let me view the sky so bleak
If you smile it must not work
******* clean from a ****** ****

If I **** you
Oh, will you be mine?

If I **** you
Oh, will you be mine?

Bled down I am now clean
I saw the skies, and they were weak
You started to cry, it started to work
I am raw, and I am the ****
Written by
David Walker  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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