M.h

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Our voices are still screaming of love and sorries from far
We are searching to find love where it doesn't belong
You have become more lost
More confused
Your eyes have been telling me for weeks
When It all describes; pain, emptiness, and stress
Why do you let your sexual desire become a thing of your side
When the important thing was the happiness I brung to you
Why ? Did you let it all fall
When that's all you need from me
- M.s
( w h y ?)

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