Sad's Closest to You

March 8, 2010
By georgiab PLATINUM, Whitman, Massachusetts
georgiab PLATINUM, Whitman, Massachusetts
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Thoughts fade, pictures fade.
The hurt is all but gone away
I make myself sad
To never forget
I need the hurt
I need regret.
If I smile,
I loose you more
So I sit and cry
In the wake of closed doors.
I make myself sad-
Sad’s closest to you,
And I need to feel,
Closer to you.
I’d hate for you to feel at fault
It’s not your fault.
It’s not your fault.

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