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Wishing that him leaving
Was just a nightmare,
And that when I wake up he'll be there.
But I know he won't
No matter how much I dream.
This inner beauty of mine,
is sobbing a river,
drowning to death
The heart of this girl must come out of this chest.
As the pen touches paper,
As the tears slowly drip,
I realize
That he doesn't care
No matter what
He'll never be there
No matter how much I cry
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2006
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