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498 · Sep 2011
The thing we all want.
Sarah Jane Sep 2011
Blackness. is all I feel
Silance. is all I touch
Bleakness. is all I hear
For I went looking for what couldn't be found
and then the rain came falling down.
Do not search for me now
for your choice is clear
For I won't search for you
treat me as I treat you
another love not meant to be
so I'll go find it somewhere else
for I am all by my self
and you, have her.

Why didn't I see it comeing?

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