Poem no. I

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If we love someone we must be prepared to set them free
And that's the only thing now I would need.
And though I would really wanted to
It's the only thing I cannot do.

You already control my mind,
You made me fucking blind,
Nothing can fix this not even the time.

Something running down my face -
my tears.
Something erasing my grace -
my fears.
My life has lost its meaning.
Now I'm turning off that feeling.

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