I'd rather have a slower start,
To guarantee a win.
Don't want to be too far apart,
You might commit a sin.
I told you many, many times,
Be careful what you say.
But you still do commit your crimes,
And carry them away.
I do not give a third free card,
You chose this path yourself.
Complain that it is oh so hard,
Then rot in mental hell.
No one can save you. No one but you, love.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
