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Dec 2011
Tears fall.
It's nothing new.
I break the promises I make with myself
for you.

Again and again and again I reach,
fingers grasping thin air.

That hopeful feeling in my chest
like tiny wings fluttering-
I'm used to that.

But the drop of disappointment sinking down in my stomach
somehow manages to tunnel deeper and deeper each time.
Written by
LZ
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     itsbeautiful, Grace R Williams and LZ
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