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Jun 27
Abject misery – trashpile and **** –
Things whoever said and did –
Overthink and reminisce –
Until your brain collapses in.

Onward goes The Will, they say –
Like Wind persists throughout the day
Without a thought, a choice, a say –
A slave to Will, Till our decay!

**** a man, a woman too
For percieved wrongs they did to you
Score matters more than life or death
Beat them till there's no one left

Roam around the streets with bats,
You still won't get your lovers back

'I can't lose you' all you want,
But love is not a greedy taunt

'I can't leave you', all you say?
Just give up, he's on his way.
croob
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croob  23/usa
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   Thomas W Case
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