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A little poem written while drunk
Take me back,
and then you'll see.
See me,
see the wretch you've made.
You won't ever see me.
and I'll never return.
Return to you
to stand in your grace.
You're too perfect
and I can't compare.
Compare to your beauty,
compare to your hate.
Please take me back,
and I'll do what I want.
I want to be with you.
I want to bash your head in with a mother fucking rock.
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I honestly have no idea who/what this is about.
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