my regrets
The flow, watching it shake my soul. It hurts, oh yes it hurts! Watching you sleep away, wish to hold you and call you mind, my soul wept, thy heart crushed, no future, aborted so early, merely blood was visible. You could have heard a name, a sweet voice and nice cheek bone, u were loved, it hurt to watch you go. Mother loves you George.
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