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Putting me over the edge

Your smile is like the rain falling on my head,
Your eyes are what steals the suns glow and brings in clouds of gray,
Your words, they shower me with regret, they bring me pain,
Even though they are ment for other reasons,
And as hard as I try I can not take the pain anymore,
So now I walk away, not to look back,
And if you call for me, hopefully that will not make me look back,
Even though I know I want to.





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