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Get out,
Outrageous fiend!

Forget everything that was once there
Understand it is nothing to wear
Constants now becoming variables
Killing like animals; everyone inside.

You shalt not see my face no more
originally, I thought you a bore
Understand, I feel the same at the end
Regrets are made, but I do not rue what I sent.
Selflessness endured, for nothing more than
Endless times of midground feelings, like
Light without any depth, as beseeching the sea
Forget you, don’t ever come back to me.

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I am just simply a man who writes to express himself, nothing more. If you enjoy my poetry, please feel free to contact me if you have any feedback on it as I would love to get some. I enjoy writing and it is always good to see someone who appreciates the work.
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