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Death To A Good Poet
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Death To A Good Poet

How can you love someone so vile and mean?
How can you love any one thats not right for you?
When i feel love i feel something placed between us.
I see that love to you is just a game.
Then I relize that all this is just a game.
Just a game I can not win.
So tell me exactly what I'm soppose to do now that I've allowed you to beat me. Do you think we could play another game maybe I could win this time.
But no all I see is hate and putrid towards you.
Thats all you know so now I sit here deep, dark, and alone nothing can cure my wounds which are so deeply infected so badly. Now I see that all thats left to do is for me to part, part from this world to the next. Then I see the hatred in you. Thats the end as you can see now there's nothing but I must go now the demons come for me.

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