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The Pattern of my heart

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The pattern of my heart does not fit together
Rain drops on my window pane
Feels of miseary going through my veins
dreaming dreaming gots me hot Baby i need to stop!
Memories memories dont need to be reminded no more water clasping my body
as i wash away the pain
clinging drops of water fall like rain aganist me dry heat now healing me.. baby cuz love is a terrible thing something like a enemey





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