Micheal Mixon

hope is a fickle thing
sets you up and kills your dreams
gets inside and rots your core
you have only a little yet you want more
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The thing that is my agony,
it keeps me going rhythmically.
I wish to end its say in me.
How do i fight this enemy?
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Love is Cruel
You tell it to go away
Say that you dont want to play.
Love is cruel
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no one cares not a one
no one cares if my life is spun
no one cares if i live or die
no one will care when my end is nigh
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