Loser

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Heartache is a woe,
All I've got is pain
a gift from you.
When your visage my soul espies ,
I now feel fire and flames
the resentment floating in
these orbs of mine.
In my sanity I hear now,
the sound of blood
rushing through the veins,
coz I'm no longer a loser
to come back to you and
go through more pain.

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