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Apr 2012
Your distant, but we almost touch
Lost lovers, once inseparable
The silence is louder than hell
A phantom in itself

We're liars, to afraid to speak
Of the burdens that we had to seek
I can not find the strength in me
To break the heart that once was everything

But I forget
What I regret
I never said
What I meant

I meant to say,
I'm sorry,
but its better off this way
Don't worry

I'm paying for it somehow;
Freedom's just another word for missing you
C A
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C A  Oregon
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