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Feb 2014
My worst nightmare has come true,
My skies are filled with black,
Not blue.
I never thought,
This could be true.
But we all have to die one day,
So be gone the dream of you.
I'm sick to my stomach.
I'm dizzy and tired.
I never thought Brutus,
Would take my empire.
So now I lie down on the ground,
Cold as stone.
Because that's where you want me,
This is my new home.
Ripped apart.
Limb by limb.
Crushing dreams,
That should never of been.
She took my crown,
That I stepped up for.
She took my love.
My heart is torn.
Didn't listen to others.
And now im shattered.
I'll be here for a while,
Because nothing else matters.
So believe what you want.
It's all twisted.
I had a chance,
But I guess I missed it.
Now that it's gone
I get to lie,
With betrayal,
Embarrassment,
And heartbreak,
Close by my side.
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In the Last Two Weeks, this is the turn out- for the worst.
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   Matthew, Doongi96 and M
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