23:22 - Face It
Do you ever worry, or even care the slightest bit,
What happened when you vanished from the place to used to sit?
Do you find it funny, or don't you have the heart to laugh,
That when you left, I cried and cried, the tears tore me in half.
Copyright © Annabelle Jane | Year Posted 2011
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