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Sep 2012
Years of Promises,
That are nothing but empty.
Pictures of us,
That are nothing but memories.
Lies never told,
Brought out to this fight.
True feelings shown,
Exposed by the light.
Now time for dark,
Its a place that I hate.
Four years gone,
unexpectedly to this fate.
Written by
jennifer andrews
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