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Jun 2010
As the days pass ive learned not to trust.
You do nothing but make my heart bust.
You make me want to cut.
Everytime i feel like im being punched in the gut.
I feel my blood so warm.
As i do myself this harm.
To me love is Hell.
Which i cannot dwell.
Written by
Will Lee Werner
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