gone like a wind
kissing my face
now just razor
bloody disgrace
all i know
is that you dont want me back
thanks for the love
of which you lack
anger stricks you
like lightening in a storm
like ive done something wrong
like i changed my form
its quite now
its nice sept
now i have nothing
theres nothing left
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