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Aug 2010
Nothing burns more
Than the tears from your cold heart
Nothing stings more
Than having to tear us apart

Nothing aches as much
As the pain killers made of insults
Nothing hurts as much
As seeing the terribly true results

Nothing feels right
Since you broke our music yesterday
Nothing scares me
But knowing I'm your prey

With this fever
everything remains in ruins
With this tragedy
hope is no longer a brief belief
but a wish that brings grief
Caroline Patterson
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