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By Dark Ocean Date: 2009 Apr 17 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.17.01.37.26652]] |
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My heart is sick as i put pain to paper wondering how do I live How do I get up each day without my best friend Memories of you are rocks where butterflies used to be and they weigh me down I cry to expel the hurt, the agony I feel But each tear is followed by another in a ceaseless flow I wonder if my cheeks will ever dry and know they won't Not until you come back or I go down to endless sleep |