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We Used to Make Love
Sweet Heart we
used to make love,
now all we
do is fight.
I cry myself
to sleep
many a night.
I'm angry with you,
I think maybe
you're having
an affair.
You're angry with
me, cause you say
emotionally I'm
not there.
I guard my
heart, because
...
Monday 17th October 2011 5:11 pm
Anger
Anger consumes me
Eats my soul like a cancer
Self inflicted hell
P.S. The audio recording was recorded by my daughter Samantha.
Saturday 13th August 2011 5:48 pm
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