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I only liked a poem… it struck a chord… an invisible bloom, now withered. You rape my mind… blow dust in my eyes… play victim while i sit crying.

Why? the questions we ask… sit by the door… better to lock our heart then explore. The day is dark, the night is long… friends grow cold when they get bored.

My swollen eyes… now realize what i fool i am to believe you could change… while a shining star illuminates my mind. Broken pieces, easily mended, lay on the floor…

the map spread out… pens run out of ink… words sink… to the bottom i drown.

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