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Aug 2013
I'm not as strong as I appear,
but you I hold so dear.
when I'm all alone,
when the light is no longer shown
when I'm laying in my bed,
you're running through my head
I can feel your arms around my waist,
see again that look on your face
it kills me inside
that was one hell of a ride

with you
with you
with you

but we're through
anonymous999
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anonymous999  St. Louis
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   Rose, tiaamaariaa and MKJ
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