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Gone

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The world O so cruel
Ripping you from my grasp
Raping me of your presence
My dreams fill with memories of you
My thoughts race
Like a car in a high speed chase
I'm the one on the run
I'm no cop
I have no control
I knocked on Heaven's door
And asked for you
and a second chance
A new life
And happiness once again
I received no answer
i begin to kneel in front of heavens white doors
Load my gun,
and paint them red





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