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Again i took a shotgun to the chest,

in my sunday best i thought i was blessed,

with ever having a chance, not a chance with death,

she asked if i'm finished and i said not yet,

no regrets, never bought you flowers,

or fantasized about you and I in the shower,

til this early hour, your smile is never endin,

please death, just give me a few more to fill a sentence,

is there a way to mend this? was it real or

did you only see me as an easy dealer?

maybe i should have asked what're you here for,

i was too blind, you were here more,

was it a fee or did you just like grinning?

hope you enjoy the fact that i'm not winning,

now the 20th inning, it don't feel like it used to,

frustration and desire, a mixture that's unusual.