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Her

She called my name Still thought I was a game I said goodbye for the last time No need for another set of repetition Only to be deprived more of loss of my own identification Tears fell down my face but not anymore It’s now her time to cry Maybe it was time for our journey tto die Maybe this was life’s way of saying to find something new It all started out as a onetime screw But she caught a hold of my heart And she became my piece that made me no longer torn apart I ask and beg and ask stop this I don't want to know this was just temporary bliss There's been enough pain What can I do to erase this agony this memory from my brain Heart in constant repeating ache But I guess this is the price I must pay

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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