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So this love i have lost ..well i could say that this time is exhausting i could say the fact she say she love me but at the same time play games with my heart hit straight to brain feels like something sharp i close my eyes shes gone an all i see is the dark then i stumble then i fall all them times thinking hmm did i give it my all or was it my fault alone we built an empire an sat back an held our grudge while we let it fall it was the small things the pride the anomosity the times i thawt things were good an at least thawt they awt to be then i step back as she blames me for all my crazy while i step back an realize it's all an act a cover up a reason for our love to fail an us to break up we took our vows by god an law we shall stand an we shall fall together forever an always till the end of days while we grow old an watch our kids have kids an we stick by eachother on the coldest days but i guess that wasnt gods plan an i pray for the strength constantly to help understand the consept of misinturperation an the conflict but it is what it is an i stand here with all the love i had then still to give its inside of me fighting to get free but i bottle it up till my conscience wont shut up overwellming me to let out how i feel go an be real to the only shit i no ..truth an honesty are obviously a misconseption two peoples diffrent perseptiins of the same situation but u an her u growing cold an growing old an getting inpatient .i feel like me pooring my heart out is some lame shit but i come b4 u to stand behind u to tell u something i no nothing about ...thats my last words nick mfn pickle over an out
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DOYIN TRACEY
This is self explanatory, relatable, authentic...like you opened your heart out to the world...and its really beautiful. I just hope you work on the spelling errors...and the abbreviation that make your work seem less valuable than it is.❤

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