Cry

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    Cry

     I wonder why you made me feel? I wonder why you say your real? All the hurt all the pain. I just dont know what you have to gain. You ripped my heart out with what i found. You say you want to settle down. At last the print i see on here. You only told me what I wanted to hear. I wanted the truth from your  mouth. But I didnt get and now i want to shout. I fell for your and gave you my heart. You shot through it with a dart. You fucking bastard I hope you die. You will never again make me cry.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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