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I've Come For My Guitar
ive come for my guitar
at least give me that much
you stole my dreams, and broke my heart
and left me here as such
i left it here in hopes,
that youd bring it back to me
but obviously you dont care
and now i plainly see
ill take it home and write a song
about how bad i feel
because now ive finally realized
that none of it was real
so ive come for my guitar
its time to let it go
and now this is goodbye i guess
i guess ill never know.....
poem
by
E.A. England
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