It foes

It doesn’t seem to matter what I say or what I do..the word love has been miss spelled..like an old bone that lost its flavor all that matters is the marrow and I’ll never be able to get to that..like a bone..i’ll keep chewin..for in my mind the taste that once was…will still be

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