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Comments about Conor Martin
The loss that’s unconceivable, pain that follows sharp
A dagger pushed 6inches deep, Between the Sorrow and my Heart
No medication for the pain, No magic spell of equals gain
My Mind is lost to the thought of seeing you again
Pity Falls on my deaf ears The day you hide your lies
I turn my back on who i loved, deception realised
Empty promises count the hours home
Open up your past, And see where you belong
Forget me now, Forget me not
Embed in your thoughts like a rot
Take the beaten track back home
And remember there sweet smile
What we once had ...