Future Truth

May 20, 2009
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You grasp a good sized chunk of my heart
Took your fist, plunged in, and now depart
The things I’ve wasted my regret soaks
I count the hours, tears, and inside jokes
Love is a thing that should never be wasted
If never curious, can’t have what’s never tasted
So use one, don’t try, betray, the done
I am pleased for being a one for one
That trait may help some but I already know
That this pain is trianing to be alone

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