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When you finally give up
and stop caring
about the most important thing in your life
It leaves you feeling dead inside
The cards are out on the table
The decision is no longer mine
to deal with
My heart can only be broken so many times
So
the hell with it
why not just let my heart grow
dark and cold?
Nothing is past saving.
Copyright © Marcus Jones | Year Posted 2006
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