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Can you soothe a black hole if its matter Is made of hate? Gravitational field Strong as blood and as painful as laughter. So consumed with itself it cannot yield.
What happens to friends? Why do they just leave? Like a leaf in the wind Is it something I did? You called me fat. You called me ugly.
This is for you for turning your back on me for taking what belongs to me and place it under someone else’s feet in a plate of gold.
You think I'm heaven, I think I'm hell. But you were my misery, And I'm why you fell. We've fought and we've healed, But every start has an end. This road is no longer,