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The line and dot on the sandTake what you get Then strop after unlikely not and get a zit from a fret Nerves of worry to a sweat So i shouldn't have to have you let I still let you walk allover me so i took what i deserved to get Honestly i aint happy, but to tell it how it is meant to be I tell it how it is as i now see I took what i got I drew a line in the sand crossed out the spot Now am ready to watch it wash away Give away All i gotta say The end is coming soon So do not let me hear anymore coz i want to hear nomore as i watch the fading moon Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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