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Jul 2014
At night I can'tΒ Β rest
Because I have no place to put my head
I toss and turn all night
Replaying all of our fights
I look at the dresser that was yours
As I imagine us screaming and yelling and slamming the doors.
Broken glass and tears
Drowning me in fears
Bruises and broken hearts
You said we'd never be apart
So this is were we end
I guess this is goodbye old friend
Written by
Maris Jayne Weathers  Elgin, IL
(Elgin, IL)   
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