Human

December 29, 2010
By abcdefghijkkkkk SILVER, Stamford, Connecticut
abcdefghijkkkkk SILVER, Stamford, Connecticut
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I sit in my room
And all I can think about is you.
How I miss you
And how I'm so unhappy.
You're not even gone
And I want you back.
Because when love hurts
That's the price we pay for being human.


The author's comments:
I wrote this when I was going through hard times with my boyfriend at the time.

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