LXII

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The angelic man
Surrounding my world
The horrible acts
Drowning my words

I never
Imagine.
That someone this kind
Could turn
That mean.

And maybe
Maybe
I didn't wanted to
Imagine it.
It was too good to be blind
And it's too good to run from your problems.

Men are surrounding my world
And I can't help
But getting more addicted
To them.

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