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Pain To The Bone by Blackwidow
My soul is tearing
He's not caring
They are staring
Will she break?
Her life to take?
Make a mistake?
He is gone
Life goes on
They all yawn
My life is a bore
They'll hear no more
My love is poor
I offer less
I cannot bless
I offer mess
Pain to the bone
A crying moan
The day unknown
No account of time
His heart was mine
Should I proceed
I don't feel the need
He was easy to read
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