Gripped & Ripped

Fear has gripped
My heart ripped

By fears of doom
Why I assume

The worst always lurks
Cuz I was a jerk?

A jerk I may have been
Now I just need a friend

To hold my ripped aching heart
To help mend what has come apart

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