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Rendezvous with a Razor
Misery!
How you isolate me;
leave me exhausted.
And I am nothing.
You make me nothing.
Misery!
You are the bruises on me.
The promises that were broken.
You are all I have left.
How you isolate me;
leave me exhausted.
And I am nothing.
You make me nothing.
Misery!
You are the bruises on me.
The promises that were broken.
You are all I have left.
Published 23rd Jan 2014
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