Wrong with that?

by AllisonMollie   Oct 3, 2005


I cry every night knowing your not there, hopeing to ease the pain away. I sigh every time I don't see your car in the driveway, as a sign of my emotion. I lie to my friends so they don't think I'm weird, seeking to keep a few of them there. I die inside showing how shut down I am, wishing for you to be back. Now is there something wrong will all of that?

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