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Sep 2013
Keep far from me,
stay out of my grasp.
I'm nothing but bad news,
a race car ready to crash.

I'm a fiery mess,
about to explode.
I'm a super nova,
ready to implode.

I want nothing to do with you,
but I really do.
This is for your own sake,
I'm just a mistake.

So run,
flee,
from my reach.
Just go,
and don't cry,
or I might change my mind.

I don't want to hurt you,
I just want to save you the pain.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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