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Jun 2010
I hate having to
lie in the mirror
hiding behind
my own fear
hating the maker
of my tear
not to hold
anything dear
this life will
go pretty fast
my future will
soon be my past
only in the end
will my heart mend
Written by
Pete E Coneway
448
     Emelia Ruth and D Conors
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