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January 10, 2014

Middle

I see you now
You make me hurt

So many of someone else
I feel the worst of this hell, you borrowed

I started this pattern
I corrupt your heart for morrow

Never knew you would do this
Broken in the hallway
Forgot your smiles so hollow

You won't talk again
You never believed in it

I won't wait, for sun rises tomorrow

I see you now
You taste of filtered sorrows

Who are they?
What do they offer?

I can't compete
I'm not the alter

This love you borrowed



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