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| what do we enjoy? playing with me like a toy trying to excape all turns to hate thorugh eyes we do not have looking at the new land hoping praying that some day we will go but are we alive? we will never know all because of a machine? for our love came between beteween what truelly matters laugh at me while my ego shatters like a rock i drop to an abice of no return i tryed to excape but i was to late it appears we are on the next page like a freak ready to take the stage is love based on a matter of age? to be kept in this fucking cage to run is to lie so why even try? if i could express i would say, im weak so i crumble when im near i tend to stumble your love killed my hate were you given to me on a golden plate? love is not about money it is about wanting to hold her constently fuck everything! im not a puppet on a string i only want you this must be true i hate this lifes fucking bend but this poem has to end |