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Not coming back
He is not coming back I can feel it in my bones I am cold under my heavy coat Left outside alone This empty feeling Hurts my soul Dulls the color of fall Makes me wonder what is real He is not coming back As sure as the day is long Our goodbye this time Final This empty feeling Hurts my soul Loneliness I have never known Left outside alone Nov, 11 2008 Michelle Klear
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