mansbestfriend
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Your favorite color is blueAnd all small things matter to you
From the beauty withinThat rank a high ten
To the smile outsideThat you should never hide
Here I sit bloody and broken
I had wandered out long ago
only to return after a short time
but lost as I still stand today
If only someone could help
tired of being ever so lonely
He constantly corrects me.
He knows how to corrupt me.
He never lets me sleep.
While he's up all night talking to me.
