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The world is not perfect,
And my love is dying fast,
I miss him greatly,
But I try to forget the past.

I lie here waiting,
For this lethal drug to take me,
But its slowing me down,
Thinking of what I could have or may be.

I miss him,
His heart from him Iv say I love,
I miss him,
But he flew away like a dove..

*** =( ***