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A Broken Mind, a Sound Body
My head hurts
My eyes are spinning
My heart lies on the floor
You really really hurt me
I still don't comprehend
Why you walked out the door
Sure I might have been too forward
But you didn't say a thing
All I asked from the very beginning
Was to let me show my wings
But now the joys are hidden
And you left me in a room
Where I've been crying over ...
Friday 22nd May 2015 2:51 am
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