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Apr 2014
I was born inside a withered casket,
Dropped on a stoop in a broken basket,
The love grew into a masquerade,
Your love was the mask of bitter hate,
Isolation drew me closer to madness,
The darkness alone relieved my sadness.
Written by
Matthew Mefford  U.S.A.
(U.S.A.)   
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