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We were learning about Shakespeare. I envied the man. lol.
Have you heard this story once before
Now you shunt evermore
In the darkness I did lay
For the hope of no more days
My heart in this deep depression
Could not hide this obsession
I lie awake for several hours
My heart feeling like a dead flower
As cold as stone
You left me alone
To cry and weep
Instead of counting sheep
My red, black rimmed eyes
Puffed, crying from your lies
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Published: 3/4/2011
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