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Jul 2015
the epitome of love was all that you were
you saw right through any scars and tears upon me
the mistakes I wore didn't define me in your eyes
it was like I was so valued that there were no words
but maybe "no words" for me wasn't what I thought it was

because there really were no words
I heard nothing
the love I once saw
evaporated
dripped away into nothing
but a fear in my heart

I thought you would be here
and when I knocked
nobody was there
time and time again

sometimes
when you love too hard
they cant handle it, they say
but you could
I know you could
you just weren't ready
but sometimes people come too soon
and by the time you came around
it was just too late
far
too
late.
About a Friend of Mine.
Mary Neagle
Written by
Mary Neagle  Simsbury
(Simsbury)   
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   emma jane, --- and Cecil Miller
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