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Regrets

I can't feel you,

my mind is in a blur.

There's nothing to do,

as I see you with her.

 

You're standing next to me,

but the ice is so cold.

What do I have to be,

to fit into your mold?

 

A tear snatched away,

the avalanche has arrived.

The end of the same old day,

and I have still survived.

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samantha-malmquist
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Published
Feb 26, 2012
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