No more of it.
No more: I quit.
...
No more pains.
No more misery.
No more injury.
No more games.
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No more time.
No more rhyme.
No more need.
No more: 'Agreed'.
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It hurt real bad.
The feeling I once had.
I want to wipe clean:
I don't want to be like a teen.
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No more of this,
The feelings I will dismiss.
Let's have a fresh start.
To erase the pains in my heart.
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