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Jul 2012
You were always there for me.
Then you walked away.
I cried myself to sleep, but never during the day.

I was always sure to smile, to keep my demons at bay.
But every night they haunted me when they came out to play.

So now the days pass slow and the nights rage on.

Every night a war.

I always pray for dawn.
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   Tya Crosse
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