I have this other me and she not someone that you...
it almost seems like she doesn't want to leave...
Sometimes in life we can not choose what is to be...
But we have the power to decide the out come of...
Drops of reflection race down my face like I have...
vision's of me and you start to form but only for...
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WHY DO WE FEN TO BE LOVE BUT BEG TO BE HATED |