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2004-12-28 -- 11:16 p.m. I don’t even know what I’ve got, All I know is that I see you, Deep inside your, Deepest thoughts, Rain my most dearest parts, My mind, So lain within piece’s, Brought by you, No longer piece’s, In my chest. I can’t think of anything, thus it is to much. I’ve broken down in front of you many times, But I cannot cry a single tear more. Why then do I feel so sad, When holding you, Is just something I think up. Why do these words make no more scene, So much that they’re just bullshit, Written so lightly, and spent. Maybe its because knowing that I love you is enough.
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