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Doubt
Love me not,
Hide away your disease,
Then catch me off guard,
And tell me to leave.
Look back at your burden,
Which I have become,
Tansformation essential,
No more sun.
You pushed me in the mud,
I told you to,
Mistake, now there's blood,
So overdue.
We're meant to end,
Forget we began,
Lose my mind,
Not mud, quicksand.
Hide away your disease,
Then catch me off guard,
And tell me to leave.
Look back at your burden,
Which I have become,
Tansformation essential,
No more sun.
You pushed me in the mud,
I told you to,
Mistake, now there's blood,
So overdue.
We're meant to end,
Forget we began,
Lose my mind,
Not mud, quicksand.
Published 31st Jan 2010
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