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by Libby Jan 17, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
You walk behind me, one step away, catching the tears, that fall each day. I know your there, tho sometimes i forget the way you showed me the light, the first day we met. Lying on the table blood seeping from my wrists stopped the blood from pouring, Thn gave my lips their first kiss Your still behind, when you reach out to me but not far enough for me to realize, for me to see.