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by andrea Jan 31, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
This life grows inside me, part of you she'll never be. She'll remind me of you, remind me of us too. To tell you would be right, how we created life that night. She'll want to know about you, I don't know what I'll do. As I sit and watch her grow, one day I'll deliver the blow. Tell her about you, and how we were once two. How we came together, how I thought that it would be forever. She may ask why, and as I wipe the tear from my eye. I'll tell her how I loved you, that you had no clue. That she was created that night, underneath the moonlight.