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My Present Attack

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Looking out the window
Watching the breeze flow.
Looking for ways to seize the day
Watching for a new way.
I barely notice when the tears stream down
And my heart begins to pound.
The missing car
He must be away, though not so far.

Then the feeling makes its sudden hit
Finally starting to feel legit.
The fact I cant have a present for the day I was born,
A day not one around seems to morn.
No amount of money or clothes can fill the hole
Left by the my seemingly empty soul.
Now your gone, gone for long
And not even my lyrical song,
Can bring you back
Unless you and I face attack...



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