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Jul 2013
When is it time?
Time to go, or time to be happy.
You tell me, the only times I'm happy are when I'm with you.
But the feelings aren't mutual, so what are they?
How can you act one way, but feel a different way?
So tell me, make me happy or break my already broken heart.
My feelings are in your hands, so take the wheel and make up your mind.
Nuala Woods
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Nuala Woods
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