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There's not a day that goes by
that your not on my mind. The
years keep passing by, my
question remains to be WHY?
Where's my peace of mind?
This pain I carry around with
me is wearing me thin. I desire
the truth, but lies are easier to
digest. So keep on feeding me
the non sense that pours out of
your dirty mouth. Your memory
is like an open wound which I
can't stop the bleeding. My cold
heart will always belong to you.
No matter the years that pass
by your forever on my mind.
Copyright © Richard Tarr | Year Posted 2014
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