Last Day

Last Day
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Laying there,
quiet, sad.
Feeling bare
making me mad.
Losing love
in thin air.
Flying away is my dove,
with no more care.
Trust is shot away with a gun,
and is now none.
Now my fun
is done.
Betrayal is now here.
Nothing, anymore, can be more near.
Live today, for tomorrow may
be my LAST DAY!





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