Questions of our love

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What have I done
To disserve all this
I just want to run
From pain to bliss

Why is it my fault
That our love is dead
Lying in a vault
So broke,so sad

Where are our reflections
When we look into the see
We walked without directions
With no clue where we could be

When do I recognize
That your the demon in my bed
That our love is my demise
My body's living my soul's dead

~F T. B~

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