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The sight of your face
Would only make me hurt. It has been too long and I dont know how to feel. Thoughts swim to and fro Stabing me, directly through my soul. Stabing me, killing me, its to late. My mistake is my down fall, But you were never true. The hatred you brought to me, The jealousy that was created, You made me learn to hate Once again. The love that once was Always resides in the place Were you left it, The place it will die.
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