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Apr 2013
The weight of her pain
with nothing left to gain
she ended her tears; sent them down the drain.
Thoughts of him nearly drove her insane...

She packed his things
she sings, she sings
and she heard his name
but it no longer stings.
She sings, she sings.
Megan Hoagland
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