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I've Broke Again , Come Fix Me
Please ,I implore
my spirit
feels weak
and my soul's
at deaths door
what you mean ,your worth
is far more
than the obscene
of life , ever
turning pure
you know
I am sure
I'm of
a certain minded
type , to my core
my world feels
blighted , frightened
'cause I'm
not yours
come with me
to places
you've not been before
join me
to face this race
of lifes mental shores
I can erase and chase
all demons that call
no matter the case
I'll take it
if it's a chore
you are the antidote
that keeps my mind
in skull afloat
from a drowned life
in a castles moat
now that ain't a nice
way to go
can you hear
my sighs
of low down groan
you'd better get back
before I don't
I'd never turn
my back
on you , no way , I won't
you know
where I'm at
come fix me
now ,I'm broke
as all my music's
flat
each tune
is a sad
note ..
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