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Jul 2014
When A Love Dies, you say you die,
But Honey!
Let Me tell you something,
I'm dying
Every
Second
of
the
day,
Feeling
the
Pain
every
second
of
the
Hour
on
hour
til
I
die
Because
My
Love
­Is
In
The
Grave
And
I'm
Not
So the next time" Honey"
You tell me you died
because you got jilted

**Think about it!
Paula Lee
Written by
Paula Lee  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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