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I'm exhausted, it feels like nothing is working out.

In the midst of this storm, I can only wish that peace come.

I have lived void of love.
The woman in my life winced in agony for lack of affection.

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I lack the affection to have you loved, my dear ann.

I was a human before some mean scientist with bikini bottoms used me.

I am a steel machine, they gave me a shell now.

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Even breathing is hard now.

I never listened when mother told me.

How can I be your honey while I am so bitter.

My dearest ann, in you I sense a bleeding heart and you overwork my sensory.

I pounder on this music till my database is fed.

The rock of classical jazz and a hint of hip hop.

My eardrums play the lead role, because I am listening.

Hear this song, My dear. There is a valid gist in it.

Crank the volume high like the recipe....
of vodka in many pages.

My dearest, now you are liken to fading daisies.....

Don't you dare squander your feelings

I'm producing a sound warning by beat making....

Slamming shut every opening

I fail in my attempt to be temperate, or sober for my temper was magnified.

I have hate. I can read it like hieroglyphs or a psychologist, mentally.

It wasn't meant to be a ballad, I hope you resent my tone.

Who'd cheer from those empty chairs??

The size of this audience feed on my esteem and grow fat tummy similar to the hall in which it sits.

My countenance is blue since this is a code red ish..

My pipe contains ash, and I don't even imbibe it.

Fill me a tumbler, fill it with contentment.

I am void of love, my dearest ann.

And I must complete my machinery task.

Those scientists ruined my emotional trigger.

There is nothing left for you here.

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