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Jan 2014
I promised that I would be there,
No matter what you would need,
But for I have found,
My true
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y

A note at my side,
A razor at my left,
No feelings to hide,
No everlasting
R
             E
G
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E
             T

No more tears,
There will be no fears,
Nor worries,
Just pure
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i
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s

When death seals the deal,
With a fare-well kiss,
My heart years,
And my muscles
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         C
H
           E

One cut for agony,
Another for hate,
Don't be sorrowful
For this was my
F
             a
t
               *e
Ariel Leann
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