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I sit in bed and cry myself to
sleep.
All over he.
I thought he loved me.
I thought he cared.
I thought he was more than this.
Instead while I lay here in a
hospital bed,
He sits mad at me.
I lay here.
Crying, crying, crying,
Each and every night.
I feel if I have lost something
close to me.
When really we were just friends.




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