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Oct 2013
These shouldn't be falling down my face 
For all that I lust turns to hate.
Falling 
Falling down my face
Breath.
I can't look into my eyes
Black inside.
A glittered face forced into grace 
My love took my pace.
Of happiness 
And growth that I wished to be with you
We weren't.
I was blind 
Shoulda known that fake smile was real.
The game of you planning to steal.
My heart
my soul
my happiness and ownself.
Twenty sevens years you will reap one of your seven sins
That you wish to bestow on me
Now I wish
on your knees 
take it all *****.
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