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This poem was writing on the 19.01.04
Hearts are cut apart,
One lives and one dies,
Who am I?
And why are people staring?
Angels scream blood,
As the devil reigns above,
I wanna' heal,
But my hand touches your face,
And I know there is somewhere I belong.
I pretend everything was as I wanted,
But I'm running to find the truth,
Running from the memory of your touch,
Let me take my life back,
I'd rather be alone,
Away from everyone.
I'm strong you can leave,
Anyway you want,
My head will get round it,
But one question remains,
Why couldn't you deal with me before running to her?
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