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Apr 2010
You lay right against my chest
To catch all the unwanted tears.
Every time that look walks in the room
You whisper to me
“Come lay down.
Tell me what’s wrong.”
Problems slip
Right through your tattered holes
Until they hit
And soak my pillow underneath.
This seems childish.. but I like it..
Written by
Shelby Young
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   Tearani C
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