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Love is a bandaged,
that dies in your arms.
Never finding peace,
in the buzzer and alarm.
Snooze doesn't help,
it only makes it worse.
With five minute naps,
and a hell of a curse.
When you finally awake,
you're in for a day -
one not worth walking,
but you go on your way.
Charming the world,
with every fake smile.
Walking the roads,
for too long awhile.
You're fighting back tears,
for all that you're worth.
You know who you are,
ruining this earth.
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