I'll write a list
It'll be filled with
101 stupid things I've done,
And about a billon things
I still regret.
I'll write a song
That'll rip hearts out
Expose their veins, their ventricles
And drag them all across
Broken glass floors.
I'll run far away
Over sunkissed grassy knolls
Across burning deserts, mountain peaks
Until the sound of his
Voice goes away.
I'll
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You have good word choice. It is has a really good flow to it.
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