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not a stranger,
no I am yours,
with crippled anger,
and tears that still drip sore,
a struggling heart,
that resists for air,
and when we depart,
it still seems like its not fair,
I take you by oddity,
with life itself,
can I depend on you,
to help yourself,
a fragile soul,
that's framed with misery,
its as if you've taken my guts,
and froze them in a bloody bowl,
you take my profile,
and twist it with lies,
this wont last awhile,
when you hear my silent cries,
then you see the smeared makeup,
and try to comfort,
just pay back the love you owe,
and don't come back with support,
when our eyes meet,
I know you'll see,
the pain you've made me cheat,
I try to neglect you,
like you have to me,
but I cant resist those eyes so blue,
and your aroma so blunt,
it makes me hesitate,
why would you pull that little stunt,
I used to feel armored with your care,
but I found it was fake,
just like your daring flare,
she looks at me ghastly,
and asks why I love you,
all I could do was look at her lastly,
you hack into my world,
like you know it upside down,
sometimes I just want to hurl,
you gave me a nice romance jaunt,
then you started ignoring me,
you keep changing your different type of font,
but these scars wouldn't be so hidden if you'd just look me in the eye,
but when I see you,
im not a stranger,
no I am yours,
with crippled anger,
and tears that still drip sore.