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race me hearts and blow my tears feelings blurred and vision steered. Palms give out hot warm sweat while my mind turns into a frenzy of a loves last regret My stomach turns sideways and my nails get to splitting the uneasy balance when my nerves get to jilting flashbacks of that day that day that she came the day that my trust,, was no longer one sane the day you killed me and reborned me again the day when you stole from me, my unloaded gun the day when my heart stopped beating for you the day when my mind could not stomach the news the day when I saw her was the day of days each step she taking was a blister of pain to see her smiling with you in tow was the day when I knew your mind was a go she played me you played me and still I stayed is this really love, or a treacherous game> is this the spell given to romeo and Juliette the same potent drug which drove them into the ground or is this the love on t.,v nothing real, nothing found when will love find me like I find love when will this curse be lifted like the patch to a drug when will she stop making her way in when will I be enough to bless his godly sins when will the pain stop when will my tear ducts dry when will my pain hault itself and mist the horizon will she stop will he play will I keep finding out this dangerous way will he own it these games that he play or will he delay the outcomes of his ways will she stop at nothing will I ever get my peace to be beside the man my body so needs AND WHEN WILL BE MY TIME TO LIE AND CHEAT TO SMOTHER HIS NECK LIKE A VINE TO A TREE TO DELIVER THE MESSAGE I HAVE SO BRUTALLY BEEN GIVEN LIKE FIRE TO MY HANDS COUNTLESS RIDES I HAVE DRIVEN WHEN WILL MY TIME BE TO HURT AND TO SMILE TO SLUMBER EACH NIGHT NO GUILTY THOUGHTS A'TRIAL TO KILL TRUST AND KEEP IT DOWN WITH INSECTICIDAL DEEDS WILL MY TIME EVER COME TO KNOCK PURITY OFF ITS RING WILL MY TIME EVER COME TO INSERT VENOM AND WATCH HIM BLEED
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