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She has the hatred,
of an over looming,
Self-consuming,
grudge...
The envy of-
A Petty,
insecure girl...
she has
The deceit
of a betrayed
..
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OH-
I long to feel,
The warmth again,
Of the sun on my face,
The wind in my hair and,
that salt water taste.
The freedom I felt,
And the pass..
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I look in the mirror and stare..
at the girl staring back
And I stare and I stare
At her mousy brown hair,
Her average body,
average face,
I loo..
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And yes
here we go again
there does not
seem to be an end
one more hurt to add to my collection
one more pain
from which there is no protectio..
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Imiss you when I smile, I miss u when I cry,
I think that I shall miss you, until the day I die.
I miss your sweet kisses,
And the warmth you..
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