Smother
Hate's got its benefits
Each party going their seperate way
Where partly knowing their's is best
means others can't consway
When all is lost to each and all
for coming back together
for what was lost to righteousness
when each was sure to plether
As all who know to not come back
leaves lives meant for each other
When all Dear Johns have hope to live
apart from those who smother
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