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Hidden Message

 Sometimes I'm confused about you I
I stay up late until 4 o'clock Am
Shredding every ounce of my Being
Longing to be Held
Struggling Against
Who am My
Breaking my very Will
Freed but yet Imprisoned
Time to hold on or say good By
You caffeinate me like strong Colombian
You addict me like a drug
Not sure who to pray to which lords
My heart flashing alert
Which lines to fill in between The
I am Irish and German but yet I am American
Stuck inside your foreign heart looking for a Embassy
A letter only written but yet to ready to send
Offering my heart's home some help
This involves only you and I
Am I better off where I am
This vacant I'm in
Tell me is this love in danger

This is not a poem it is a game. Look at the title
Then look at the title again.
Deathpuppy
Written by Deathpuppy
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