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Oct 2013
I've worried about irrelevant things for quite some time
The more I think the less things make sense
The tears cloud my eyes and they make everything blurry
I feel less and less air getting to my lungs
Just when I think things can't get worse
I get my very own private earthquake
I quiver and I can't see
I can't breath
I ask "why me?"
It's just something I've got to live with
It's the constant pain of feeling no love
I've not been kissed in years, not been hugged in months and not been told "I love you" in days
The girl with the heart of stone craves affection
Clarice Dogood
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Clarice Dogood  The Clouds
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