I feel ill with words of repentance and love.
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i could never forget what i felt like to feel my heart drop
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and watch as lonely insects swarmed around it
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and fed off like a disease to a diagnosed patient.
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you no longer see me. what am i doing but holding back tears and thinking of
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you.
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with this tainted image of me.
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with no longer love but disappointment.
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i'm still here.
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i just forgot i was human for a second
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and that i can't just be some image.
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i have error.
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i long to hear your voice again untainted with openness.
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i'm sorry for what i have done.
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i'm sorry. what have i done?
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and for what i have done i am truly sorry.
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words for you are like my pot of gold.
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let me not have spent my riches but without this friendship i feel poor.
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though i will still reflect on what we had and all of the potential...
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A Farewell To A Perfect Score
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| 7 Angels 7 Plagues |
