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To the point where it's no point.
Im tired of being tired.
Everytime the phone rings, my heart skips a beat because I'm thinking it's you. Your the light to my dark alley, everytime I think it's safe...YOU FLICKER OUT. The times have changed where nothings the same and your the only one to blame. I ask myself these questions over and over again. WHY? WHY ME? WHAT DID I DO? You broke my heart then just left and said nothing.
Now I'm stuck with these feeling inside, those ones I try so hard to hide.
All I can do is (sigh)





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