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Borderline

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Lost

Now that you are gone
I can go back--
to being the heartless bastard 
I once was 
that's my big fuck you
and yet I find myself 
on bruised knees praying
for happiness to touch your smile
what
the 
fuck,
have I become? 

©Lost

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