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Pretend

We’re running out of minutes,
Our last hour coming fast.
Every warm loving memory,
Will soon of the past.
I can’t help but wonder,
Can’t help but question why.
How did our once strong love,
Wither up and die?
I’m cursed with all these memories,
Plagued with this deep pain.
But I know if we continue on,
It will never be the same.
So I have to give you up my love,
This fairytale must end.
The curtain is coming to a close,
I can no longer play pretend.





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OurTimeisRunningOut said...
Oct. 14, 2010 at 7:57 pm
I like this one the best so far from what I've read woman.  The endings perfect nice sweet, simple and short.  The beginning was a little choppier but still worked.  :)
 
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