My Fucking Poem

I am sitting here all alone,
and writing hours this little mesy poem,
but I'm sure,
that when I die,
I won't need cure,
I won't need cure for my fucking broken heart.

With nobody by my side,
I'm sitting here all the night,
and listening this fucking song,
which turns my thoughts into gold.

Oh,Dear Lord,
Forgive me, If I'm wrong.
I'm telling you this fucking song,
it hearts me days before

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