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Another Poem to read Call me then hang up the phone your a funeral and a casket filled with lies. I thought that you changed but nope you remain the same. Well if thats the Case Lock the door Close your eyes forever more I'll bury myself inside because id rather sit and lie underground Then to finally be found, with a fault or an error to expose. Or for you to pick at my pride, and break me up inside ..... for just a few more hours...... I'm standing in a fridge i've become so cold that i cringe with all these empty tears that are now frozen.. There a trace of disgrace another icicle down my face. You used to always say that all of my tears are a waste and a crime to commit and to be punished with. Well no i dont have to believe you anymore. With outside opinion you a statue of decisions that you just can't seem to make because you avoid them by "mistake." Well i see through your lies and this casket you hide... inside. All that you create is death and decay and a little bit more than a gallon of pain. Your the same.
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