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7d
This is my heart on pen & paper                                                            ­      
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you always tell me, you'll read it later                                                        
   ­                                                                 ­                                                 Meanwhile my life is passing by,                                                        
                                                                ­                                                  
filled with excuses & alibis                                                           ­                       
                                                                ­                                                        
  I wish you would just plug-
   in,                                                              ­                
                                                                ­                                                        
  I am tired of always begging                                                          ­                  
                                              ­                                                                
  Taking scraps that you throw me,                                                              ­    
                                                            ­                                                      
acting satisfied was killing me                                                               ­           
                                                     ­                                                                 ­
I had to put my heart on ice                                                              ­    
                                                                ­                                                 
 and stop being so **** nice                                                             ­         
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All so I could act, just like you,                                                            
                                                                ­                                                   
 let you know what you put me through                                                      
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You remained selfishly absorbed,                                                        ­    
                                                            ­                                                           making it easier for you to ignore                                                           ­     
                                                           ­                                             
anything that was going on with me,                                                              ­                                        
                                                                ­                                          
it allowed you to continue to be                                                               ­               
                                                 ­                                                                 ­
the same person I couldn't see                                                            
                                                                ­                                              
while I loved you foolishly                                                        ­              
                                                                ­                                                      
I am glad that I stepped back,                                                            ­          
                                                      ­                                                                
­it helped me to see all you lacked                                                           ­                                                             
You weren't about me, now or then                                                    
                                                                ­                                                  
but now my eyes are opening                                                          ­        
                                                                ­                                              
  While my heart was in deep freeze,                                                          ­                      
                                          ­                                                                 ­           
I thought less about you, more about me                                                               ­       
                                                                ­                                                        
 I guess it's about time that I see,                                                          
  ­                                                                 ­                                               
that this the way It has to be                                                               ­         
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I am all I'll I ever need                                                             ­                 
                                                                ­                                                  
and I actually feel free
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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