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Feb 2012
When I look at you, I feel dead.
Like a fish out of water.
Like the ocean goes out for thousands of miles.
My heart and love goes along that path.
Love, is what is there for me and there for you

Now I see the truth, your love is not mine
Nor will it ever be
I wish sometimes things that are too sad to be true
But I continue my life without you.
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