With a simple, delicate slash,
So many things could crash.
My love has cried,
Thinking I have died.
Your always telling me, 'let go of your pain.'
Thinking it will be a tremendous gain.
I'm always sitting somewhere alone,
The music blaring, my thoughts declaring.
Love is running through my mind,
Like no love experienced in mankind.
You need to take me seriously,
Not only as just a humongous joke.

 
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