A poem written by Patient:
Hearts are earned & not gifted
Things done in the past that I regret
Wake up on a pillow that is wet
Clouds of mist and dust
With a share of vanilla lust
Annoyed disgusted and lonely
Thinking of losing the one and only
Mistakes are forgiven but not all
Broken threads with knots I recall
The ferris wheel will still move on
A coaster of reality from Funeral to born
All my flowers with an angel disguised
Regrets in the coffin built by my prize
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