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This man is my everything 

that will kill me 

will wound me 

and he will leave me 

to my very death 

why do i stay 

offering my all and i recieve chirping crickets back 

my hand is out for you to grab it 

hold me, please

i dont want to beg anymore

just for you to love me 

i breathe oxygen 

my hair doesnt exactly blow in the wind 

my tone isnt that perfect 

sometimes i snort

i recognize your flaws 

your flaws are the closet thing to perfection i know 

it hurts when you leave 

being left alone makes me over think 

your presence

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Ty27

we are all here for a reason , i just haven't figured out my purpose yet .

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