You escaped my grasp when I thought I had you. You slipped through my fingertips and I regret letting you leave. You left and began to play with the mind of my best friend. You took over her and now you are with her. I wish it was not so but it is. So now all I need to know is, why me? Why must you torture me? |
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Oh, thou salty libertine,
Shed not thine tears of pale marine,
Upon my rusted moon-machine.
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were there is light there is also dark
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