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Running Thoughts These tears are slowly fading, The last few drops brush down my skin. I now know that I won’t see you again. I try my hardest just to forget, But I can’t, And its killing me ever so slowly. Sometimes I remember, All the bad times that we had, And I remember why I’m living this way, In a group home, So lonely, And afraid of what I don’t have. It’s hard to get up on some days, When the pain is too much to bear, When all I do, is look up at the sky and stare. I wonder what I did wrong, I wonder why it hurts so bad, And will the life I had Ever be the life I want to have.
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