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Jun 04, 2005 09:34

I sat in the middle of a hard wood floor
the cool soothed against the burning
I look around to familiar surroundings
unrecognizable since you've been gone
You never seem to get used to the feeling
The ache that never numbs
a constant reminder of what it was, and now what it wont be
It never lets you forget
sights and smells naw at the soul
memories linger in the shadows
But ill never let you know
that i miss you
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