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Apr 2014
This pain is so hard to bear,
I'm a man of my word,
I make no promises I can't swear.
And as I lay on this floor,
I think of what could have been,
What the future could hold,
How it could hold so much more.
But I'm locking this door,
No more can you come knocking,
Making me feel any more sore,
And I'll get my fix,
So long I've been waiting to score.
This pain I feel inside,
Hope, I will,
Soon subside,
Until, again, my ribs may collide,
With another,
I hope to find, inside your arms,
I will confide,
Until then,
All I can say is I tried,
But no lies did I tell,
It's the thought of you that brings tears in my eyes,
Blythe Barrymore
Written by
Blythe Barrymore  Portland
(Portland)   
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   Pushing Daisies
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