I Dread You
I Dread You.
I Dread You Now.
I Dread Your Touch & the smile that doesnt warm me anymore.
I Dread your words that frighten me and make me cry.
I Dread your anger which is quicker than the laughter we once knew.
I Dread the sight of all I no longer see in you.
I Dread You!
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SAMSTACYposted on 03/17/2009
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