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Sep 2015
I tried to bury my feelings
Tried to pretend they weren't there
While you were doing you
While you didn't care

And now as I've thrown
The final shovel
On the grave of my heart..

You blow in like a hurricane..
And want to press restart..

After all the words you chose
The means you chose to end..

And alas I can never turn my back..

So..

Here we go again..
Christopher Black
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Christopher Black  New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)   
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