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Somewhere Somewhere she goes I don't know where. She has taken my heart and love with her. Yes of course it hurts but I know I'll survive. all though some nights I may want to cry. It is hard to love someone and lose them. Part of you will always wonder why then. They would go and leave you by yourself, Knowing for her the love you had and felt. They say love is mystery and hard to find. I guess it's true for you poisoned my mind. Don't you worry about this old broken man. Give me credit for the man you know I am. BY: Kings
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