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And his hands 

   

       Fall to his sides,

And he hangs his head low-


            I can feel the air change 

 

As his tears fall to the ground-
                 

                      And in this moment,          

  I’m in love with the sound 

         

                Of his heart breaking

With the thought of losing me.

 

                        Noone has ever loved me,                 

The notorious fuck-up 

                               

                          That much.

 

 

 

-e.l.f

 

The End

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