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Dec 04, 2005 23:11

Relentless hours pass,
But I’m still thinking about you.
I try to convince myself,
The things I say are true.

There’s a reserved spot for you,
Always in the back of my mind.
Whenever something’s wrong,
It’s the easiest place to find.

It’s hard to fight,
The tears in my eyes.

But I won’t let it bother me.

I can’t help thinking,
If the way things used to be.
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