im up to my knees in sorrow, ive taken hand to my reaper, my mind wonders into your face, of what a beautiful face, a face i can't touch. Do you still miss me? Im waiting for you and your problems, you give them to me for me to solve them, and i do it, and always will. What a problem it is to slip under my toes this time. I feared for to long that
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