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Nov 2010
If there's no sun, I've got the rain,
Which will help cover my pain.
It's so hard to stay strong,
When the lonely nights are so long.
My tears run like rivers from my eyes,
I'm trapped within my own disguise.
I wonder when the pain will end,
I wonder when I'll be okay again.
How long I've been in my hell,
How long I've hurt, I can't tell.
All I know is I'm almost through,
And there's really nothing you can do.
Tricia Trout
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Tricia Trout
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   Katrina Kovach
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