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I sit here with a blank sheet of paper before me
I can't figure out what to write on it
I try and try, but go back and erase
Just because I don't think I can do it this way.

I know it's sad just to think about it
But I have to make myself happy 
There is no easy way outta this
But the easiest thing to say is 
This will have to be my last kiss.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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