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Dec 2010
I thought i was the chosen one,
The feeling was amazing,
But i fell for a frozen one,
His heart drives me crazy,
He'll let me in,but just a bit,
Then pull away, and make me cry,
He'll tease with words of marriage,
Then disappear, and say goodbye,
A veil of black and lonely cloth,
Imprisons him, but we both know,
He's strong enough to rip it up,
Instead he chooses to let me go
eileen mcgreevy
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