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Jan 01, 2004 21:53

Gone without saying goodbye
wishing i had something to hold on to
nothing left but the image of you dying
he left and now your gone
wishing you were the same
hoping you will get better
but inside i know you wont
cluching my knuckles till they turn white
wishing eveything was alright
hopeing you sleep well at night
when will it all end
without me losing you
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