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The Hole

Unfortunate things happen to unfortunate people, Those who are evil, well they don't get paid equal. We good guys get paid in pain. Paid in shame, life itself hurts, I wonder if death is the same, there's no one to blame, he's taken my chance at your heart, my chance at happiness, its tearing me apart, limb by limb, bone by bone, me from joyous things, and just left me my broken soul, doing my job wandering this world alone, and i won't let it go,it still hurts me, because dis soul, this ghost, has a hole where my heart used too be.





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