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Oct 2010
I miss you more than you know.
You don't know how much of me it takes, to hide it deep down low.
I can't breathe.

There's no sunshine in my days.
Only hurricanes, rain, and fits of rage.
I can't breathe.

I've become a master, at this charade.
Had I not, I don't think I'd make it through the day.
I can't breathe.

I still look for you, in those passing by.
When it's not, inside I start to cry.
I can't breathe.

It still hurts, too much for me to say.
It's never ending, this pain won't go away.
I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.
(c) 08/06/10- From Feeling the Painting
Bellis Tart
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