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by MorbidCupcake Jan 7, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
She ran through the night, at the storms strongest point Hoping her heart might guide her to him His candy-coated, chapped lips Were just what she needed to put her to sleep Her, ambien sleep aid But as he slipped through her fingers She saw there was no choice The time had passed, and now was just too late She saw her lacy bra thrown among his jeans Could it really be? Betrayed, played and moving on She had no choice The end drew upon her In mere days