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Her to him


There are time I wish that I could die,

to leave my pains and hurts behind.

 

To you my love I  leave this letter, 

though I cry I feel no better.

 

Here I sit I'm all alone,

tainted love that turned to stone.

 

Endless anger pumps my system,

what I love you'd must have missed em.

 

Broken heart in many pieces,

love for you from now on ceases.

 

Now i'm gone begin to wonder, 

was you kiss so loving tender?

 

What you did and now regret,

how you burned me can't forget.

 

Now you know my final feeling, 

I lay here staring at the ceiling.

 

Body and soul being torn apart,

taste my death as I depart.

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