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I'm lying

I tell myself that I won't shed another tear for you,
but I'm lying.

I know that when I lay my head on my pillow,
the hot salty tears will scream down my face.

They wont stop until I fall into my deep slumber,
where there I dream of you.

Kissing my forehead,
letting me rest my head on your chest.

That's the only thing that keeps me alive these days,
that and my friends.





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