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Bitter
How can something so sweet, be so bitter?
Your love was something special, it has never withered.
The night sky comes creeping in as a shadow
As soon as the light is gone, my smile fades
The true side of my heart turns old and gray
For I do not wish to keep living this way
The bottle has been too friendly to me, these last couple days
Morning breaks, another night accompl...
Friday 11th September 2015 4:23 pm
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