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No Last Call

February 26, 2015
By Anonymous

Did he really think he could leave us,
Left alone in the rain,
In the big light city with no more fame.

It broke me down to bits,
Fending for a life I didn’t make.
So I guess i’m like a mirror,
Drop me once & then I brake.

So now it looks like i’m stuck in this cell,
No way to get out,
With no one to call.
So please dear God just help me get out.



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