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No Name. Lying next to each other, No one like the other, A gentle touch of your arm, My tears of red fall on blind eyes. I reached out, I thought it was going to last, This time, it went so fast, Now here I sit, with the emptiness consuming me. Where ever you go, I will never be able to forget you, You say it's not awkward, Yet I can't say a single word to you. The feeling of your touch, Now a distant memory, gone, Gone, leaving me behind, For me to pick up my shattered pieces. I wallow and wallow, I sink deeper and deeper, Each day it feels nearer, Each day I wallow, my life soon to follow...
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Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 6:35 AM UTC
No Name
No Name. Lying next to each other, No one like the other, A gentle touch of your arm, My tears of red fall on blind eyes. I reached out, I thought it was going to last, This time, it went so fast, Now here I sit, with the emptiness consuming me. Where ever you go, I will never be able to forget you, You say it's not awkward, Yet I can't say a single word to you. The feeling of your touch, Now a distant memory, gone, Gone, leaving me behind, For me to pick up my shattered pieces. I wallow and wallow, I sink deeper and deeper, Each day it feels nearer, Each day I wallow, my life soon to follow...
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Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 6:35 AM UTC
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