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[piratephil]

Written March 27 2000
I will fever feel alone
There is no one on the phone
Suicide my only request
I shall die with a black vest

Will this be my only test?
To endure this long and not have fate
Or to find something in a mate
Standing here at hell’s gate

I will fever feel alone
Sit here with a groan
Wondering about our creator
Guess I’ll be thinking about that later
And ponder if she was the one, but love was not an
option for her
Only seemingly deceiving my heart
As we grow my apart.