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She said she could only think of me....

See me..

believe me this was a blessing..

too young, to have too much fun she was...

but that didnt bother me one bit...see it was fucking love right?

Heaven sent..with no rely..

or so i though...but today is a different day....

back than it was easy to see the innocents in her eyes..

i took that innocent and regret is everyday...I cant lie...

too many times..before...I thought life lessons could be learned.....but that fucking whore...

my life is low now...

my lips they kiss the ground...

my mind is blank...dark...

and its running water..but there is no sink..

pink and blue all over my heart is..but not with paint..

its bruised and beat from the heat...

the microwave she put me in..has me ready to explode.....doors closed

my mouth open..ready to speak but nothing come out..

I cant talk...I was wrong too...I spoke through you..I say things 

the things youd do..

I knew..yea I knew, the whole time..my wife..

my bride...my my...my...

but we never got there...unfair life is as well..

rejoice in my joy...joyce kiss my lips...Joyce move those hips..

and be my hipster....jump start..I jumped the gun...

no more fun...tragic magic phathem the mystory...

foul queen harpie let me be...

foul king harpier...foul king harpier