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Screaming a song of pain;
As i wash away a little red stain.
Feeling short of breath;
Begging for lifeless death.
Watching my tears glide to the floor;
As you walk in the door.
No need for you to apologize;
I can easily see it in your eyes.
The lies cut me like a razorblade;
Only this time, the pain doesn't fade.
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Jessayyybearrrposted on 04/25/2007
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