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January 22, 2012

Paying for it

Pretty face; with your lies
Content with making me cry
I miss the joy that once could stay
The person that wouldn't break
I look at glass and hate my past
Pretty eyes; with your tears
Content with making me fear
I miss the joy of loving selflessly
The person who would always smile
I look at the paper and question why
Why with your wild touch must I regret
Regret the people I've let hurt me
When they were just there to dissect
I look at the sky with it's blue haze
To realize that I don't deserve to pay
That no one deserves to pay
For love


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