Its quite sad, how my every nights pass,
My cheeks burn, tears falling like glass.
Every drop burns like salt on an open wound.
While my stereo plays love songs so finely tuned.
I try to forget the pain, smile, be happy.
Night after night, I cry, I feel so sappy.
I miss you I love you I can't handle your absence.
My hearts breaking into pieces minced.
I swear I'm fine, that I can survive alone.
Through snot and tears emancipated is a moan.
I want you to be proud of me.
I want to be your little soldier.
But I'm not strong, can't you see?
My soul is dying, I'm growing colder.
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Mindymouse
~Was blind, but now I see~
*support Breast Cancer* RIP Gramma
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"More than an end to war, we want an end to the beginning of all wars."
Franklin Roosevelt
1945
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Mindymouse
~Was blind, but now I see~
*support Breast Cancer* RIP Gramma
--
"More than an end to war, we want an end to the beginning of all wars."
Franklin Roosevelt
1945
--
Mindymouse
~Was blind, but now I see~
*support Breast Cancer* RIP Gramma
--
"More than an end to war, we want an end to the beginning of all wars."
Franklin Roosevelt
1945
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