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I regret write half of this book,

I have never hated my poetry so badly,

I really want to shoot you,

But If I did I would bleed like you,

I don't know how can I catch a feeling,

When you do not feel anything,

I say I will begging on my knees for you to stay,

Now I play my tears ricochet.

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