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Mar 2014
I can't get these thoughts out of my head
I'm beginning to realize just what kind of person you really are
And at night when I lay in bed
All I think about is our past memories we had together

You were my best friend
The one person I could tell anything to
But I guess this friendship has come to an end
My emotions are too much for me

I've lost my balance
These tears are too heavy
They slide down my face one by one or all at once
With each passing day it's gets worse

The bags under my eyes grow bigger
My tear stained face can't take this much longer
Someone might as well pull the trigger
I'd rather be 6 feet under than in this nightmare you call life
Written by
DayDreamer11  Texas
   Blue R Lake
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