My heart, beaten, a bruise
Callousness, a nightmare it was
Challenging a crippled will
My trust, your devoted gift
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It’s not enough, no, not just one
I need it all, or less come all undone
Everything I see, of that which I adore
One isn’t sufficient, I always need more
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A split-second decision, my fate was decided then, as it all came together, it no sooner fell apart, with thoughts of dementia, masquerading was soon to start, gradually emerging
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