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Feb 2014
Once again here I am,
with my heart so far away,
you don't ever get use to just making it through the day,
It couldn't be worse dying in any other way,
god the price I'd pay,
to make you stay,
you always were so wild,
compared to me,
I hope I can keep you tame.

I find it so strange,
how you just enjoy leaving now,
It's a terrofying change,
you can now just run,
run out on the open range,
leave me to die,
of my depressing selfishness,
I'm such a lingering pain,
Leave me to die of my Loving mange.
Bogle
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Bogle
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   Dianne Guerrero and ---
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