You

May 22, 2008
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Seeing you makes me cry,
I remember that I must lie,
so that you will not die,
but can I ask why?

If only I could set you free,
and I would help you flee,
but I fear that they might see,
and that would be the end of me.

What will I do,
without you?
Who will I talk to,
I have no clue?

The day they took you away,
I couldn't bear to stay,
and watch that terrible play,
and relive that terrible day, no way!





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