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-Cara...

The dark fiddler
Plays his fiddle...

Waiting to leave,
My life...

I like him,
and he likes me...

I love my hearts
more then my own...

I'm confused by everything you do,
You threat and cuss...

Damn my heart
Wetch it out of my body...

Sitting alone on his bed,
He held the gun to his head...

\"I thank god for you...everyday...\"
Those words sink in...

Poems speak about out love,
Lost love...

Can you do me a favor?
Even if it’s not real...

What do you wait for when your dead?
A light to shine down...