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Sep 2014
I don't know what
I'm supposed to do
due to  you
being over there,    practically
on the moon
you're so far away  
         but I swear
I swear baby, soon
   all this ******* will decay
      into grey soot,
the ashtray will be full of it.  
soon we'll have our own life to live
and feel ALIVE
for once,
and we will not only survive
but we will prosper
     you don't have to be a martyr because frankly
  you're the one who keeps me sane through all this mess
and ******* pain
          and  even though ****'***** the fan and
even though we have no plan
   and even though  no on  gives  a ****
I give a *******
        I love you that's all I know
     it's gonna be
so worth it
Nickolas M
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