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    Oh,

    Well its been about a year now
    And we used to love unconditionally .
    We had our song and our sayings,
    that song we dare not to listen to
    and those says we dare not to say.
    Our sorrow voices creep the night air
    while we sit here and stare and the photo of one another,
    Crying is not and option.
    We can not show our pain
    and we both now how to play this game.
    Karma is a bitch.
    Do we really need to do this again?
    We know we love each other
    Why do we play this game.
    Love is not a game
    it should not be played.
    I'm heart broken and i hate it!
    I hope this will be the end of it. going back to you
    and then breaking up
    five thousand times
    well, i got to tell you,
    that this isn't working for me,
    and of coarse you know,
    that i'm the kind of girl that speaks her mind!
    So hear it goes, i gave you life, i gave my all,
    and if thats not enought i dont know what is,
    i'm feeling broken
    and i my heart is no longer open.

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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