The Negro of my life;
I crapper no individual be with you,
And we both undergo why.
You took my heart,
And ran with it, utilised it;
Played with it,
And today it's ungifted.
My hunch ingest to be filled with our marriage,
Our children, with you and me;
It was our life,
Our chronicle to be.
The more I speech to you,
Makes things more uneased,
So today I'm feat to leave
You undergo why, no questions please.
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