Curse Me Cure Me

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Take my breath
take your own.
This wreckage it
you condoned.

Vices grasp me
and I’m a man.
Think clear you
had your plan.

Love me not no
you think it bad.
Thanks to you no
one is now glad. 

Grip me for cash
once more end
does this weird
game of pretend.

The street where
you learned trick
me is a good place
for you to stick.

Can’t believe I
fell for words kind
but then again I
curse my mind.

Liberate free me
from torture fire.
Release me see
you had all ire.

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