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by LJ Wurster Jan 1, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
With the strike of your hand I fell to the ground With all the hurt in your words I bleed With the cold of your eyes I felt so alone And I left so many thing unsaid I need you more than ever now in these dark years of my life Even though your not really gone it feels like you been gone all my life
