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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Footsteps

I see your footsteps by the door
I start to cry and even more
when your footsteps started leaving
I was tricked into believing
that you said you cared for me
and together we would be
forever in each other's hearts
but you ripped mine to little parts
I hate myself for loving you
I miss the things we used to do
the things we used to laugh and share
the fuzzy feeling when you're there

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